What is "badness"

Usage examples of "badness".

If Dualism is true, then the bad Power must be a being who likes badness for its own sake.

After various debates on the iniquities practised by contractors, and the badness of the provisions which they supplied, Sir Philip Jennings Clarke introduced a bill for excluding contractors from parliament, unless their contracts were publicly obtained by competition.

Da mihi aliquid potum: upon which the poor girl smiled, perhaps at the badness of the Latin, and, when her mistress cast her eyes on her, blushed, possibly with a consciousness of having laughed at her master.

It was superscribed with a name unknown to any of the family, and in a hand which its badness rendered almost illegible.

The air souring and, like badness in milk, particles of matter coagulating from nothing, clots of rank aether aggregated into organising shape, and then there was a moving insectile thing made of scabbed nothing and sudden shade that twisted in the air as if suspended by thread and glimmered visible and invisible and then was unquestionably there, a hook-legged thing in the colours of rot, as large as a man.

In repassing the mountains, great numbers of soldiers perished by the badness of the roads, and the severity of the winter season.

She was clever, as the young Seigneur found, as the little Avocat was forced to admit, as the Cure allowed with a sigh, and she had no airs of badness at all and very little of usual coquetry.

I'd walk around those gloomy green-painted halls with big dark eyes full of fearlistening to the barbells clanking, the radios blasting, the basketballs bouncing, the sneakers squeaking, the laughter echoingshivering at all the badness coming at me from every which way, all the hatred, all the despair, all the confusion, all those young twisted hearts and ancient evil souls stuck in young fresh bodies, and I'd lower my eyes and say, ``Yes, sir,'' to anyone older than meand that was everyone, since I was the youngest dude there.

I'd walk around those gloomy green-painted halls with big dark eyes full of fear-listening to the barbells clanking, the radios blasting, the basketballs bouncing, the sneakers squeaking, the laughter echoing-shivering at all the badness coming at me from every which way, all the hatred, all the despair, all the confusion, all those young twisted hearts and ancient evil souls stuck in young fresh bodies, and I'd lower my eyes and say, ``Yes, sir,'' to anyone older than me-and that was everyone, since I was the youngest dude there.

He was anchoring again, trying to associate the notion of badness with the for¬ bidden pattern.

If this is neither my own badness, nor an effect of my own badness, and the common weal is not injured, why am I troubled about it?