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- n. The state of being beastly.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English
- n. The state or quality of being beastly.
from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia
- n. The state or quality of being beastly; brutality; coarseness; vulgarity; filthiness.
- n. Absence of reason; stupidity.
from WordNet 3.0 Copyright 2006 by Princeton University. All rights reserved.
- n. the quality of being deliberately mean
- n. unpleasant nastiness; used especially of nasty weather
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If Mr. Marshall thinks that the current display of beastliness is oppressive, he should consider what the reaction of the Israeli Government would be toward the Palestinian terrorists if the late and unlamented dictator of Syria, Hafaz Assad was the prime minister.
Flyers 'talent supply matches up well, but their real advantage is in beastliness.
The Flyers 'talent supply matches up well, but their real advantage is in beastliness.
And again, a little later on in the same year, Punch compares the "beastliness" of Jenkins, "the life-long toad-eater," with the "beastly fellow" denounced in the Morning Post for swallowing twelve frogs for a wager!
She would have been quite willing to shew to her mother all these expressions of her lover's love; but she felt that it would not be fair to him to expose his allusions to the "beastliness" at the stations.
The sun drove through their skins, ripping and smashing tissues and nerves, till they became sick in mind and body, tossed most of the Decalogue overboard, descended to beastliness, drank themselves into quick graves, or survived so savagely that war vessels were sometimes sent to curb their license.
And this scale of wages, so determined, is so low that the mother and her three children can live only in positive beastliness and semi-starvation, till decay and death end their suffering.
But you, who have opened the books and who share my awful confidence -- you know him for what he is, brother to you and the dust, a cosmic joke, a sport of chemistry, a garmented beast that arose out of the ruck of screaming beastliness by virtue and accident of two opposable great toes.
It was great — an orgy under the sky, a contest of beaker-men, a study in primitive beastliness.
This witty, wily challenger of all that we know or think we know about life and art, truth and illusion, beauty and beastliness, is brushing up against my thoughts once again.