I stared into those pits all piled with stinking sand-bags on which fungus grew, and thought of friends of mine who once lived here, with the enemy a few yards away from them, with mines and saps creeping close to them before another upheaval of the earth, with corpses and bits of bodies rotting half buried where they sat, always wet, always lousy, in continual danger of death.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
But I was told it began up school, with Randall's flinging a book at young Murray for a lousy Scotch Jacobite.
"Hetty Wesley"
Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
Fourteen hours to go eleven lousy little light-years.
"Eight Keys to Eden"
Mark Irvin Clifton