she raised her eyes to his. A torpor seized her; she stopped. They started again, and with a more rapid movement;
Gustave Flaubert. Madame Bovary
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Then Vanessa shakes off her torpor and remembers to direct him toward the Aurelia, toward Rome.
Melania G. Mazzucco. Limbo (Virginia Jewiss translation), p.206 (2014)
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Even when he was awake he was completely torpid. Often he would lie from one meal to the next almost without stirring, sometimes asleep, sometimes waking into vague reveries in which it was too much trouble to open his eyes.
George Orwell. 1984 (1949)
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my eye struck a familiar rock formation and I started out of my torpor.
Diana Gabaldon. Outlander (1991)
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I could remember staring torpidly through these windows a hundred times out at the elms of the Center Common.