Literary notes about unresponsive (AI summary)
The term “unresponsive” is deployed in literature to evoke a sense of detachment, isolation, and a lack of reaction in both living beings and inanimate objects. Authors use it to characterize an instrument that stubbornly resists musical expression [1, 2] or a face that betrays no emotion despite inner turmoil [3, 4]. It captures not only physical states—like limbs stiffening into silence [5, 6]—but also emotional disconnect, as when characters remain unmoved in the face of affection or pressure [7, 8]. In some contexts, the word heightens the atmosphere of a cold, indifferent reality where neither nature nor human interaction offers solace [9, 10]. Through these varied applications, “unresponsive” becomes a versatile descriptor that deepens our understanding of both character and setting.
- Chopin proves, for that unresponsive instrument the piano, the truth of this fact, already proved by Paganini on the violin.
— from The Works of Balzac: A linked index to all Project Gutenberg editions by Honoré de Balzac - How much time is wasted in practicing upon unresponsive musical instruments—unresponsive because not touched by sympathetic fingers!
— from The Man Who Pleases and the Woman Who Charms by John A. (John Albert) Cone - "Humph," muttered Mrs. Medlock, staring at her queer, unresponsive little face.
— from The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett - His smooth, heavy-jawed face was absolutely unresponsive.
— from The OddsAnd Other Stories by Ethel M. (Ethel May) Dell - Eustace's hand remained for a moment or two stiffly unresponsive; then very suddenly it closed and held.
— from Greatheart by Ethel M. (Ethel May) Dell - But his fingers were stiff and unresponsive, and after a brief effort he gave that up.
— from Destiny by Charles Neville Buck - “Don’t you be put off by his seeming a bit unresponsive,” Mrs. Phillips would explain.
— from All Roads Lead to Calvary by Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka) Jerome - (His forced hopefulness fades as he sees her unresponsive.)
— from This Side of Paradise by F. Scott Fitzgerald - Although, compared with the life-warm, mobile face of a friend, the marble is cold and pulseless and unresponsive, yet it is beautiful to my hand.
— from The World I Live In by Helen Keller - She sprang to her feet and flung her arms above her head and glared at the unresponsive stars.
— from The White Morning: A Novel of the Power of the German Women in Wartime by Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton