1 Imagine such a corpse a prey to flames, devoured by the fire of burning brimstone and giving off dense choking fumes of nauseous loathsome decomposition.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3 2 After the involuntary shrinking consequent on the first nauseous whiff, we one and all set about our work as though that loathsome place were a garden of roses.
3 There was a moment's silence, and then was heard the crackling of burning flesh, of which the peculiar and nauseous smell penetrated even behind the wall where Dantes was listening in horror.
The Count of Monte Cristo By Alexandre DumasContext Highlight In Chapter 19. The Third Attack.