Literary notes about spasm (AI summary)
The word “spasm” is often employed as a vivid metaphor for sudden, visceral bursts of physical or emotional intensity in literature. It conveys more than mere muscle contractions, capturing fleeting yet powerful states of terror, pain, anger, and even rapture. Authors describe faces contorted by inexplicable horror [1] or pain that momentarily overtakes a character [2][3][4]. At other times, “spasm” reveals an inner turmoil—a transient shock of grief, desire, or defiance—that disrupts a character’s composure, as seen in moments of sudden, rebellious energy [5][6][7]. This dynamic usage enriches narratives by dramatizing the characters’ inner experiences with a force that is both physical and metaphorical [8][9].
- billy-o. A sort of spasm of horror and apprehension contorted her face.
— from Right Ho, Jeeves by P. G. Wodehouse - Yesterday at 2 o'clock he died of spasm of the heart.
— from The Life of Charles Dickens, Vol. I-III, Complete by John Forster - A spasm of pain contorted his features; he threw his hands out in front of him, staggered, and then, with a hoarse cry, fell heavily upon the floor.
— from A Study in Scarlet by Arthur Conan Doyle - His face was deadly pale, with a spasm at his heart.
— from Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea by Jules Verne - A key is thrown in, which unlocks the door, and in a spasm of rapture he tears off his chains, and rushes away to find and rescue his lady-love.
— from Little Women; Or, Meg, Jo, Beth, and Amy by Louisa May Alcott - His dark, handsome, aquiline features were convulsed into a spasm of vindictive hatred, which had set his dead face in a terribly fiendish expression.
— from The Return of Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle - "Good-bye," he said with a sudden spasm of energy and a last flash of his eyes.
— from Fathers and Sons by Ivan Sergeevich Turgenev - He made a sudden movement backward, and I, fearful that we were observed, crouched in a spasm of terror.
— from The War of the Worlds by H. G. Wells - Danglars felt a dreadful spasm dart through his heart.
— from The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas and Auguste Maquet