The sanitary accommodation was abominable.
The language of the dormitory was indecent and profane.

Froude, whose health prevented him from the effective use of nature's weapons, was woke by the hot points of cigars burning holes in his face, made drunk by being forced to swallow brandy punch, and repeatedly thrashed.

He was also more than half starved, because the big fellows had the pick of the joints at dinner, and left the small fellows little besides the bone.

Ox-tail soup at the pastrycook's took the place of a meal which the authorities were bound to provide.

Scandalous as all this may have been, it was not peculiar to Westminster.