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senescent
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Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
Word definitions in Douglas Harper's Etymology Dictionary
1650s, from Latin senescentem (nominative scenescens ), present participle of senescere "to grow old," from senex "old" (see senile ).
Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English
Word definitions in Longman Dictionary of Contemporary English
adjective EXAMPLES FROM CORPUS ▪ His brief was to convey coal as a developing rather than a senescent industry. ▪ I stopped walking and stared wide-eyed as the rest of the senescent strollers proceeded out of this dimension. ▪ Mr Lee seemed a gentleman, ...
WordNet
Word definitions in WordNet
adj. growing old [syn: aging , ageing ]
Wiktionary
Word definitions in Wiktionary
a. 1 Growing old; decaying with the lapse of time. 2 characteristic of old age
The Collaborative International Dictionary
Word definitions in The Collaborative International Dictionary
Senescent \Se*nes"cent\, a. [L. senescent, p. pr. of senescere to grow old, incho. fr. senere to be old.] Growing old; decaying with the lapse of time. ``The night was senescent.'' --Poe. ``With too senescent air.'' --Lowell.
Usage examples of senescent.
There are three males, physically aged but not yet senescent, wearing distinctive robes covered in metallic thread.
He deals them out on his patch of table like a senescent codger playing Klondike on his meal tray.
With aplomb normally seen only among senescent English butlers, Bong-Bong reached up with his horn/gearshift hand and gripped a brilliant stainless-steel chain flailing from ceiling of cab with a stainless-steel crucifix on the end of it and jerked downwards, energizing the secondary, tertiary, and quaternary honking systems: a trio of tuba-sized stainless-steel horns mounted to the roof of THE GRACE OF GOD and collectively drawing so much power that our vehicle's speed dropped by (I would estimate) ten km/hr as its energies were diverted into decibel production.
But to that air of the inviolate decay of senescent dignity, there was added the haunting terror of the Sime Berserker.
It was the dull, dark red of venous blood, the red of senescent suns.