Tripe

Usage examples of rubbish.

The evil fruits of his reign - evil, that is to say, from the point of view of his order, which was swept away as so much anachronistic rubbish - did not come until a hundred years later.

NCBI director David Lipman is concerned that the human annotations may be full of rubbish because they will not be peer-reviewed.

German boy took the case itself and all the saleable items like barbiturates, and gave Misha the rubbish.

All the detritus of high tech, awaiting apotheosis as the next generation of Betan ingenuity, gleamed out amid more banal and universal human rubbish.

In fact, Brye wasted no more than a brief glance upon the dead form that was half covered by rubbish.

Whilst the maid busied herself at the refrigerator, Paula threw the leaf in the rubbish bin and washed her hands at the kitchen sink.

Pompey Strabo had been a more typical product of his rural origins, had known only one way to deal with wells, cesspits, latrines, rubbish disposal, drainage: when the stink became unbearable, move on.

All around Lin the duckers and divers of Aspic filled the streets on their way to scrape for money, stealing or begging or selling or sifting through the piles of rubbish which punctuated the street.

Lin the duckers and divers of Aspic filled the streets on their way to scrape for money, stealing or begging or selling or sifting through the piles of rubbish which punctuated the street.

Dustmen who fail to collect garbage can arouse deep passions, and dustmen who leave nasty green notes to explain why the rubbish is not being collected can drive the meekest to open hatred.

I slid down the rubbish, struggled to my feet, clapped my hands over my ears, and bolted into the scullery.

The pit dropped sheerly from my feet, but a little way along the rubbish afforded a practicable slope to the summit of the ruins.

When I regained my balance, my hands scrabbling along the walls, all that was left of my dark guildsman was a twirl of engine ice and London rubbish.

Neither the police, who found the roach-crawling, fly-buzzing, rat-chewed mess that had once been a heroin addict named Gabriel Lauderback some days later, nor the city pathologist to whom the fast-decomposing, maggoty organic rubbish was finally delivered for examination had ever before seen the like.

We stumbled over mixen and the odds and ends of useless rubbish that cluttered the compound, keeping touch with our hands because we could not see one another.