Of course, the SUPREMELY aristocratic thing is to be entirely oblivious of the mire of rabble, with its setting; but sometimes a reverse course may be aristocratic to remark, to scan, and even to gape at, the mob (for preference, through a lorgnette), even as though one were taking the crowd and its
squalor for a sort of raree show which had been organised specially for a gentleman's diversion.
Rude stubborn self- help here; a whole world of
squalor, rudeness, confused misery and want, yet of nobleness and manfulness withal.
But the town showed a dead level of mean ugliness and
squalor. The broad street was churned up by the traffic into a horrible rutted paste of muddy snow.
So strangely clouded were these refinements by the prison manners and gloom, so spectral did they become in the inappropriate
squalor and misery through which they were seen, that Charles Darnay seemed to stand in a company of the dead.
It would have been as easy for Rose to be cheerful in the midst of mere
squalor as for a flower to bloom white in a crowded tenement, but at the swift realization of the lack of tenderness for her which this indifference to her first impressions so clearly expressed, her faith in the man she had married began to wither.
If you don't tell him he will never notice, and I simply couldn't think of him living in the terrible
squalor and sordidness which Mr.
He had come to feel with increasing indignation that the modern industrial system, the materialistic political economy founded on it, and the whole modern organization of society reduce the mass of men to a state of intellectual, social, and religious
squalor and blindness, and that while they continue in this condition it is of little use to talk to them about Beauty.
"Those who dwelt amidst these lovely natural surroundings groveled in
squalor and lived upon potatoes, milk, butter, and cheese.
Most ladies would have laughed, but Margaret really minded, for it gave her a glimpse into
squalor. To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it.
If anyone could save me from this
squalor, and restore to me my good name, and avert from me future poverty and want and misfortune, he is the man to do it.
What I finally perceived was that his poem came through him from the heart of Italian life, such as it was in his time, and that whatever it teaches, his poem expresses that life, in all its splendor and
squalor, its beauty and deformity, its love and its hate.
