... untilwehavescouredoff our bodies the crust and filth...

It wasn't any picnic down in the cellar, with a lot of rats and dirt.

But he's run a campaign rotten with lies and mud... and promises that he knew were lies when he made them!

All along it was the sadness, the squalor, but I never, until now

Perhaps that befits creatures whose lives are solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short, to recall Thomas Hobbes description of the state of nature.

She lived to a hundred, even then. All along it was the sadness, the squalor, but I never, until now loved her again.

At the special session of February 1990, the British Foreign Secretary described the horrendous reality of the drugs trade the pain, misery and squalor of the addicts, the debasement of the community, the associated violence and criminality.