Only a few of the trails appeared to have been groomed.

There the faces are lined and scarred with vanity.

Your riches are corrupted, and yur garments are moth-eaten.

The restless roar of a thousand, thousand voices thrilling with anticipation?

You female numbers seem to be incurably riddled with prejudices.

Your riches have rotted and your (classy) garments are moth-eaten.

Your riches are corrupted, and your garments are moth-eaten. ...

In fact, his characters are like gnawed, worn out by time.

His face and upper part of the body were frightfully discolored.

Civil liberties are encroached upon a little more every day.

They live in areas riddled with crime and violence.

Since when have we ever seen women going around bragging about their abortions.

Populations are gnawed by fear, frustration and impotence.

It’s only a simulacrum of souls eaten down by the spirit of the era.

The valves in his heart is eat up by the disease.