Degrading
[dɪ'greɪdɪŋ] or [dɪ'ɡredɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Degrade
Typed by Ernestine
Examples
- You would not expect him actually to perform those degrading acts? Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- There is no office too degrading for them to perform, for money. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- A perfect type of the strongly masculine, unmarred by dissipation, or brutal or degrading passions. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- That too is why debating is such a wretched amusement and most partisanship, most controversy, so degrading. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
- I felt it would be degrading to faint with hunger on the causeway of a hamlet. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- Almost daily he whetted his keen knife and scraped and whittled at his young beard to eradicate this degrading emblem of apehood. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- We are indebted to that for seeing a woman like Dorothea degrading herself by marrying him. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- And as to advertising the house, I think it would be perfectly degrading to you. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- I think it is degrading not to be happy. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- It was a mean, low, degrading position. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
- If it would be good to her, I am sure it would be evil to himself; a very shameful and degrading connexion. Jane Austen. Emma.
- I don't ask you to do anything degrading to your own self-respect, or anything cruel towards the girl. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- I shall throw off this degrading weakness of body, which infects even my mind with debility, and I shall enter again on the performance of my duties. Mary Shelley. The Last Man.
- If I had seen an Ape taking command of a Man, I should hardly have thought it a more degrading spectacle. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- Degrading things were real, with a different reality. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- She had no idea of reading the letters; even to unfold Mrs. Haffen's dirty newspaper would have seemed degrading. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
Typed by Ernestine