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Lassitude
Artist: John William Godward (English, 1861–1922)
Date: 1910
Medium: Oil on canvas
Collection: Private Collection
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A Word With Friends: December 1
Hosted this week by @blackwall-my-tiny-husband the word is:
Lassitude
(n) A state of physical or mental weariness; lack of energy. Lethargy.
Here is my silly scene, brought to you by me feeling my own bit of lassitude.
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“I am too tired to bathe,” Lace grumbled. “I’m too tired to go any further than this couch.” Placing her bow carefully on the table, she sank down onto the couch, tipping her head against the back. “I live here now.”
With a clatter, Rook added her backpack, spellblade, orb, the lyrium dagger, and three throwing knives to the table before dropping onto the couch. Turning on her side, she stretched her legs out and rested her cheek on Lace’s thigh. “Me too, roomie.”
“Ugh, there is a whole other side of the couch available.” Ineffective hands pushed at her. “And you smell terrible.”
“No worse than you.”
“Good evening, Rook and Harding.” Emmrich’s voice floated down the stairs along with the sound of him and Manfred descending. “I sense a state of lassitude. Was the task successful? Were you able to track down the missing artifact?”
Lace groaned. “Eventually.”
“We climbed up the side of a mountain, crawled through a dark tunnel, and blasted through the wall of the vault.” Rook waved a gloved hand in the air. “The room was a big circle with a door on the other side but in the middle of the room was a construct. One of those almost humanoid looking ones, where they have all the limbs, but nothing is connected. We figured the artifact would be behind the door.”
“Oh my.” Emmrich settled into his usual chair next to the couch. “Was the construct active?”
“Not at first.” Lace didn’t open her eyes or move. “Rook had an idea to hug the wall. The room had these fancy tiles, but the very edge of the room was smooth. Like a path.”
“Did it work?”
Lace snorted. “Until Rook tripped. So much for being a Crow.”
“I did not trip! There was a loose stone.” Reaching her hand up, she tried and failed to find a braid to pull. “You promised not to tell Viago.” After a moment where it was too quiet, Rook cracked one eye open to see Emmrich looking at her backpack curiously. "Don't touch it. That’s one of the arrows the construct shot at us.”
“It appears to be glowing,” he said, leaning towards it but not touching it.
“That’s the poison.”
“Poison? Rook! Are you both poisoned?”
“Not anymore.” Lace yawned. “She’s a de Riva. She has antidotes galore stuffed in her chest band. Our…what did you call it? Lassitude? It’s from the antidote.”
“Viago says it means it’s working.” Rook yawned. “We’ll be fine in a couple of hours.”
“That is a relief. You found the artifact?”
“Yes. Bellara blew out another wall, and we took a shorter path back. We sent Irelin through the eluvian to get us a ride home.” Another yawn overtook her.
The rise and fall of Lace’s chest against the back of her head signaled that she had succumbed to sleep.
“Irelin? A ride home? Rook, are you all right?” Emmrich's voice sounded very far away. "Where is Bellara?"
Rook raised her hand a few inches, trying to point towards the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the eluvian room. In the last moments before the antidote overcame her, she said, “Taash. They couldn’t carry all three of us at once.”
Today's word of the day is...
Lassitude
[Noun]
Definition: A state of physical or mental exhaustion.
Example Sentence: Urial was taken over by lassitude.
La lassitude, c’est cette ombre qui vient planer, comme un oiseau de proie, au-dessus des gens qui s’aiment quand ils oublient, jour après jour, d’entretenir leur amour…
V. H. SCORP
je n’ai pas d’espace à proposer au temps ; tout est déjà dévoré par l’usure, rongé par le frottement de la vie sur la vie, passé et repassé par l’hébétude ; le corps lâche ainsi dans un grand craquement ; défrichement des excès, des turbulences et des cris dans l’impatience d’un relâchement
© Pierre Cressant
(vendredi 1 septembre 2023)
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And so at that time my life was dominated by a feeling of extraordinary impatience. Nothing that I did pleased me or seemed worth doing; furthermore, I was unable to imagine anything that could please me, or that could occupy me in any lasting manner. I was constantly going in and out of my studio on any sort of futile pretext—pretexts which I invented for myself with the sole object of not remaining there: to buy cigarettes I didn’t need, to have a cup of coffee I didn’t want, to acquire a newspaper that didn’t interest me, to visit an exhibition of pictures about which I hadn’t the slightest curiosity, and so on. I felt, moreover, that these occupations were nothing more than crazy disguises of boredom itself, so much so that sometimes I did not complete the errands I undertook. Instead of buying a newspaper or drinking coffee or visiting an exhibition, after taking a few steps I would return to the studio which I had left in such a hurry only a few minutes before. Back in the studio boredom, of course, awaited me and the whole process would begin over again.
Boredom by Moravia, Alberto
Que s’effeuillent les fleurs, tubéreuses et lys, Et que meure et s’éteigne, au seuil des portes closes, L’écho triste et lointain des sanglots de jadis…
Renée Vivien, Lassitude
Okay, so I was reading a book. Very good book, btw. And, I found this particular word which I tried looking on the net. This is the exact word.
Now, I got curious so I tried looking up its etymology. And this is what I found.
See, I am someone who loves connecting links between different things. It's fun when you find that two things are somehow related together which you never even thought about. So, I decided to dig a bit deeper. I looked up the etymology for the word 'lass' 🤔. This is what I found.
😐😐😐😐😐😐
A lot of sites only mentioned the first few traces like 'unmarried woman' and all. So, when I read about the Old Norse, and Old Danish part, I did a double take. This was new????
Then, I looked up a bit more and decided to give Wiktionary a try too (I know I know, but it was worth a shot, no?).
.......I found more new stuff.
So, it's because I know my research can be lacking and resources aren't exactly accurate that I want help. Is it right to assume the meaning of ''lassitude' and 'lass' are connected (and very badly so)? Or is it just a coincidence?
