Pausing awhile, and watching the operations of this man roasting his corn, he said, "What are you doing?"
— from Memoirs of General William T. Sherman — Complete by William T. (William Tecumseh) Sherman

The unknown, fair or dark, would certainly have her hair down and be wearing a white dressing-jacket; she would be panic-stricken by the light, would be fearfully confused, and would say: “For God’s sake, what are you doing!
— from Project Gutenberg Compilation of 233 Short Stories of Chekhov by Anton Pavlovich Chekhov

I am not really sceptical about it, but I must admit that I feel very strongly that such work as you describe the critic producing—and creative such work must undoubtedly be admitted to be—is, of necessity, purely subjective, whereas the greatest work is objective always, objective and impersonal.
— from Intentions by Oscar Wilde

or so it went into the wrong place always only the usual girls nonsense and giggling that Conny Connolly writing to her in white ink on black paper sealed with sealingwax though she clapped when the curtain came down because he looked so handsome then we had Martin Harvey for breakfast dinner and supper I thought to myself afterwards it must be real love if a man gives up his life for her that way for nothing I suppose there are a few men like that left its hard to believe in it though unless it really happened to me the majority of them with not a particle of love in their natures to find two people like that nowadays full up of each other that would feel the same way as you do theyre usually a bit foolish in the head his father must have been a bit queer to go and poison himself after her still poor old man I suppose he felt lost shes always making love to my things too the few old rags I have wanting to put her hair up at 15 my powder too only ruin her skin on her shes time enough for that all her life after of course shes restless knowing shes pretty with her lips so red a pity they wont stay that way I was too
— from Ulysses by James Joyce

His friends, who had hitherto with difficulty restrained themselves, could no longer control the outward expressions of grief, to which Socrates said, "What are you doing, my friends?
— from Apology, Crito, and Phaedo of Socrates by Plato

She gave it a push with her foot, saying: “What are you doing here, and how dared you put yourself in the place of my pot of pinks?”
— from The Blue Fairy Book by Andrew Lang

M. Grimani followed me by himself, and when he had got near me, called me by name, saying, “What are you doing here, Casanova, and what has become of your friend?”
— from The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Complete by Giacomo Casanova

Then at last Bacchus (for Bacchus it was), as though his sleep had been broken by the noise, and his sense was returning into his breast after much wine, said: ‘What are you doing?
— from The Metamorphoses of Ovid, Books I-VII by Ovid

Every day they bathe, and their faces and bodies are smeared with a yellow dye, to give them the appearance of having been swallowed by the devil.
— from The Golden Bough: A Study of Magic and Religion by James George Frazer

"Bhagabati," he said, "what are you doing about yourself?
— from Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda

"Say, what ails you?" demanded Tad, putting down by supreme force of will, his own inclination to yawn.
— from The Pony Rider Boys in Montana; Or, The Mystery of the Old Custer Trail by Frank Gee Patchin

He would try to arouse their conscience by saying: “What are you doing, my children?
— from The Kreutzer Sonata and Other Stories by Tolstoy, Leo, graf

"For the Lord's sake, what are you doing?" he roared.
— from The Captain of the Kansas by Louis Tracy

Pa —Yes, and wakin’—well, I swan, what are you doin’ with a woodpile under the tree?
— from Snowbound for Christmas by Edna I. MacKenzie

As he stood there, suddenly, the lion opened his great stone mouth and said: “What are you doing here?”
— from Merry Tales by Eleanor L. (Eleanor Louise) Skinner

When a patient who showed himself unamenable was met with the shout: 'What are you doing?
— from Group Psychology and The Analysis of The Ego by Sigmund Freud

Georgie placed her arm softly round the girl's neck, for she dearly loved her cousin, and gently said, "What ails you, darling?"
— from The Pit Town Coronet: A Family Mystery, Volume 2 (of 3) by C. J. (Charles James) Wills