1 I execrate these vampires who are sucking the lifeblood of the men who follow Robert Lee--these men who are making the very name of blockader a stench in the nostrils of all patriotic men.
2 The smell of sweat, of blood, of unwashed bodies, of excrement rose up in waves of blistering heat until the fetid stench almost nauseated her.
3 Here came the entrails, to be scraped and washed clean for sausage casings; men and women worked here in the midst of a sickening stench, which caused the visitors to hasten by, gasping.
4 The stench was almost overpowering, but to Jurgis it was nothing.
5 In summer the stench of the warm lard would be nauseating, and in winter the cans would all but freeze to his naked little fingers in the unheated cellar.
6 So he came at last to the stockyards, to the black volcanoes of smoke and the lowing cattle and the stench.
7 His soaked clothing began to steam, and the horrible stench of fertilizer to fill the room.
8 He had gotten used to being a master of men; and because of the stifling heat and the stench, and the fact that he was a "scab" and knew it and despised himself.
9 And then imagine this sickening stench, multiplied a millionfold and a millionfold again from the millions upon millions of fetid carcasses massed together in the reeking darkness, a huge and rotting human fungus.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3 10 Imagine all this, and you will have some idea of the horror of the stench of hell.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContext Highlight In Chapter 3 11 And when the wind was that way, which was often, the house was full of the stench of this sulphurous combustion of the earth's excrement.
12 So vividly did he recall that hospital stench of dead flesh that he looked round to see where the smell came from.