" Do you know what kind of a man I like? Really like? I like a man that a woman can't bend in a thousand different ways in five minutes. He must have some steel in him. He obliges me to admire him the most when he remains stolid; stolid to me lures. Ah, that is the only kind of a man who cap ever break a heart among us women of the world. His stolidity is not real; no; it is mere art, but it is a highly finished art and often enough we can't cut through it. Really we can't.英文原著 · 《Active Service》
It was better than walking about, and quite as effective as regards supper. A band of cattle filed stolidly in, drank, and filed as stolidly away. Some half-wild horses came to the edge of the hill, stamped, snorted, essayed a tentative advance. Them we drove away, lest they decoy our own animals. The flies would not let us sleep. Dozens of valley and mountain quail called with maddening cheerfulness and energy. By a mighty exercise of will we got under way again. In an hour we rode out into what seemed to be a grassy foot-hill country, supplied with a most refreshing breeze.英文原著 · 《The Mountains》
"Lavinia has no trials," said Ermengarde, stolidly, "and she is horrid enough."英文原著 · 《A Little Princess》
One, two, three, four--five pats of butter right in front of you! And you inquire--!"
Artois suddenly sent out a loud roar to join her childish treble. The tea had swept away his previous sensation of fatigue, even the happy stolidity that had succeeded it for an instant. He felt full of life and gayety, and a challenging mental activity. A similar challenging activity, he thought, shone in the eyes of the girl opposite to him. "Thank God I can still be foolish!" he exclaimed. "And thank God that there are people in the world devoid of humor. My German friend was without humor.英文原著 · 《A Spirit in Prison》
Suddenly Hermione felt that she could no longer bear this struggle, that she could no longer continue in darkness, that she must have full light. The contemplation of this stolid ignorance--that yet knew how much?--confronting her like a featureless wall almost maddened her. "Who are you?" she said. "What have you had to do with my lie?"
Maddalena looked at her and looked away, bending her head sideways till her plump neck was like a thing deformed. "What have you had to do with my life? What have you to do with it now? I want to know!" She stood up. "I must know.英文原著 · 《A Spirit in Prison》
The almost stupid stolidity of this child who had begun to think already, her rare gestures, everything about her, interested me. I scrutinized her curiously. Then the common whim of the observer drew me to compare her with her brother, and to note their likeness and unlikeness.英文原著 · 《A Woman of Thirty》