| Autobiography, 70:I had imagined. Color, beautiful buildings, dirt and degradation, palm trees and bamboos, lovelyAutobiography, 131:to her friend what is vulgarly called "the dirt" about all her acquaintances. By listening to her IAutobiography, 178:modern writers who spend months in raking up dirt and endeavoring to prove someone was vile wouldAutobiography, 223:that if it was a book that I felt was pure dirt I would tell [224] them about it and ask them whyIntellect, 42:struggle in the mire of ignorance, disease and dirt, and, hence, we have the deplorable conditions |