My ears are ringing from the smoke, the gin has filled me with lassitude.
Margaret Atwood. The Handmaid's Tale (1986)
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It was that reverie which we give to things that will not return, the lassitude that seizes you after everything was done; that pain, in fine, that the interruption of every wonted movement, the sudden cessation of any prolonged vibration, brings on.
Gustave Flaubert. Madame Bovary
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A sudden feeling of lassitude, of intense weariness, spread over [her] limbs.
Agatha Christie. And Then There Were None. p.174 (1939)
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A deadly lassitude had taken hold of him. All he wanted was to get home quickly and then sit down and be quiet.
George Orwell. 1984 (1949)
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Kutuzov still in the same place, his stout body resting heavily in the saddle with the lassitude of age, sat yawning wearily with closed eyes.