What is "stolid"

Usage examples of "stolid".

Yet by contrast to the versatile apostrophe, they are stolid little chaps, to say the least.

Careless of friends or foes, the stolid Buller proceeded to work out his new combination.

Captain Mellet, who impressed me as a stolid, dependable sort, not fast in the attack, but equally slow to give way.

In paying off the stolid Brava who resisted all questioning by the visitors, and in closing the bungalow which still seemed to hold such nighted secrets, Ward shewed no signs of nervousness save a barely noticed tendency to pause as though listening for something very faint.

Like quinquagenarians grown stolid and settled, they looked back with pride to their wild conduct, and lived on the memory of the emotions of by-gone days.

Over the phone, Sark laughed when Ludar, speaking in a stolid tone, expressed the wish to meet Sark somewhere.

It took a certain sturdiness of character combined with a stolid acceptance of anything that came along to work out as a servant at the Keep.

At the same time, Emperor Hirohito carried out these engagements with such stolid, uncomplaining discomfort that, in unanticipated ways, he actually became an intimate symbol of the suffering and victimization of his people.

The islanders acquiesced in the decision with stolid patience, but, undeterred by the consequent insecurity of tenure, settled as squatters in the unappropriated lands.

Had he not been so stolid and obviously untimorous, one might have believed that Mr.

Casimir suggested items from the menu, and the elderly waitron, whose stolid, disapproving old face suggested he had seen many like Casimir come and go over the long years, suggested others.

Casimir suggested items from the menu, and the elderly waitron, whose stolid, disapproving old face suggested he had seen many like Casimir come and go, suggested others.

A proud, stolid man with a prominent nose and large, sad eyes, Lord Richard Howe was fifty-five years old, older than Adams judged him.

But the stolid tree--a bloodwood, all bone, toughened by death, a few ruby crystals in sparse antra all that remained significant of past life--afforded but meagre hospitality to the, soft lead.

Third, Bruno himself stuck in said inn for the rest of the day while his passenger goes off with a young Austrian witness to pursue his investigations -finally cracks up under the dour cloud of graceless silence and the glares of loathing lasered his way by the locals, and finally freaks out completely at a cafe where he and Zen stop on the way back down the mountain, screaming action ably offensive abuse at the stocky, stolid Teutonic blockheads who have made his life and those of all his fellow recruits a misery for months on end.