If the impure and the unjust, the drunkard and the licentious, are loathsome to us, what must be the infinite loathing of… — Lyman Abbott Copy Share Image
“But depression wasn't the word. This was a plunge encompassing sorrow and revulsion far beyond the personal: a sick, drenching nausea at… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
The moment a career is on a quantitative downswing, your loathsomeness is sort of attenuated. — Moby Copy Share Image
