He ate and drank the precious words,His spirit grew robust;He knew no more that he was poor,Nor that his frame was dust.He danced along the dingy days,And this bequest of wingsWas but a book. What libertyA loosened spirit brings! - Emily Dickinson
She resents the chipped paint of the table and the dingy closet they call a dressing room. (Dark City Lights) - Annette Meyers