And when Hightower approaches, the smell of plump unwashed flesh and unfresh clothing–that odor of unfastidious sedentation, of static overflesh not often enough bathed–is well nigh overpowering. … It is the odor of goodness. Of course it would smell bad to us that are bad and sinful.
She herself had given up washing long ago, and besides, people no longer believed in stale urine, either for one purpose or another.
The bridges were quite popular as building sites,because they had a very convenient sewage system and, of course, a source of fresh water.
A customer facing crucial decisions:
What should I wipe myself with? What should I brush with? His personal hygiene was deteriorating rapidly as he stared at the rows of possibilities, sweating profusely. Would he ever bathe again?