The window looked out on a brick wall and down into an alley full of New York air, the kind fit for cats and garbage.
Flannery O’Connor, “Judgement Day,” 1965
'Times are changing. ... Do you know what’s happening to this world? It’s swelling up. It’s getting so full of people that only the smart thrifty energetic ones are going to survive.
Flannery O’Connor, “The Displaced Person,” 1955
He's got his eyes full of the land all the time.
William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying, 1930