What is "vileness"

Usage examples of "vileness".

He had converted the innocent rural bawdry of the masque into a sophisticated vileness.

But for all their burgeoning vileness, there was something about their spread that smacked of desperation.

I revolted against such a necessity which I judged fictitious, and which I could not admit unless I stood guilty of vileness before the tribunal of my own reason.

Yes, these galactic neighbors must have another species allied with them for breeding, but that act does not follow the unspeakable pattern Morre pictured out of the vileness of his own evil imagination.

Only a few Uran ships were to be seen, only the vanguard of the horde that was sure to come as soon as they had done their vileness elsewhere.

I revolted against such a necessity which I judged fictitious, and which I could not admit unless I stood guilty of vileness before the tribunal of my own reason.

I cannot imagine any phrase more full of the subtle and exquisite vileness which is poisoning and weakening our country than such a phrase as this, about the desirability of rubbing down the angularities of poor men.

Sure enough, as Jesus taught, when I answered vileness with kindness the stranger did part from my coopery as my friend instead of my enemy, and with a wiser eye about the workings of the Lord among men.

Later in the Pot, the Liquid charring itself toward Vileness appeals more to those looking for bodily stimuli, like Dixon, who is able to sip the most degradedly awful pot's-end poison and yet beam like an Idiot, "Mm-m m!

She herself was the Answer: she had rescued him from the clutches of the Dean o' Flunks, from the way to failure, and he would let no vileness near her.

Anyway, twenty-year-old vileness, whatever it had been, certainly could not hold a candle to what the world confronted now.

A land not to look after, a country in'abited by stinks and suppurations and malodorous creatures who are o' a vileness that shames the good earth.

Or (to put it another way) when a finger is mutilated, and fountains of blood flow out, all manner of vilenesses become possible… whether or not the cracks in the Conference were the (active‑metaphorical) result of my finger‑loss, they were certainly widening.

But they don’t counterbalance the mass slaughters, the barbarities, the unending tortures and torments, the vilenesses, the sicknesses, the tribal idiocies, the trillion rapes and humiliations that comprise the history of that world up until its mysterious ending (I doubt we’ll ever learn what happened, unless the Captains decide to tell us).

I think back through all that I know of human history, and I know a great deal, really—the plagues, the massacres, all the episodes of torture for the sheer fun of it, the great and petty vilenesses, the whole catalog of sins that Sophocles and Shakespeare and Strindberg understood so well—and I wonder why we aren't more jubilant about what we have attained in our own time.