Literary notes about arid (AI summary)
The word “arid” in literature is often employed to evoke a sense of barrenness and desolation, whether describing landscapes or the emotional states of characters. It powerfully connotes a lack of vitality, as seen when vast, lifeless terrains are painted vividly with dust and dry sands [1], [2], [3]. At the same time, it can metaphorically represent emotional or intellectual sterility, highlighting a state of stubbornness or unyielding isolation [4], [5], [6]. Authors use “arid” not only to set the stage with a stark, uninviting environment—as in the depiction of parched expanses and barren soils—but also to intensify the portrayal of inner emptiness and unresponsive conditions [7], [8], [9]. This rich usage underscores the word’s dual capacity to illustrate both the physical and abstract desolation inherent in various narrative landscapes.
- I was carried in a chair for miles and miles through an arid, dusty plain.
— from Margaret Sanger: an autobiography. by Margaret Sanger - The soil was of an arid and thick sand, Not of another fashion made than that Which by the feet of Cato once was pressed.
— from Divine Comedy, Longfellow's Translation, Hell by Dante Alighieri - Every now and then a spur of rock came down through the arid ground, leaving us scarcely room to pass.
— from A Journey to the Centre of the Earth by Jules Verne - Oh, the dreariness, the sandy sadness of such poor arid souls!
— from Warlock o' Glenwarlock: A Homely Romance by George MacDonald - He drew back his chair, clasped his hands over his head, and gave himself up to dull and arid musings.
— from The Tragedy of Pudd'nhead Wilson by Mark Twain - A sweet new breath of divine hope will penetrate the arid hearts of worldly men.
— from Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda - The night promised to be as arid as the day had been.
— from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo - Evening had fallen when he woke and the sand and arid grasses of his bed glowed no longer.
— from A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce - The moment at length came when, facing the solid rock, I knew my fate, and fell inanimate on the arid floor!
— from A Journey to the Centre of the Earth by Jules Verne