Blundering
['blʌndərɪŋ]
Definition
(p. pr. & vb. n.) of Blunder
(a.) Characterized by blunders.
Editor: Tracy
Examples
- They ought to have told me, and not let me go blundering and scolding, when I should have been more kind and patient than ever. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
- Both smooth heads were alike beaming, blundering, and bumpy. Charles Dickens. Little Dorrit.
- And it is true that our knowledge of those needs and the technique of their satisfaction is hazy, unorganized and blundering. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
- The very breathing of the figure was contemptible, as it laboured and rattled in that operation, like a blundering clock. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- The world was not so stupid and blundering after all: now and then a stroke of luck came to the unluckiest. Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- Who was the blundering idiot who said that fine words butter no parsnips? William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Life was too stupid, too blundering! Edith Wharton. The House of Mirth.
- I did it with a vague, blundering idea of getting a word with her in the hall or elsewhere. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- He was officially accessible to every blundering old woman who had incoherence to bestow upon him, and readily received the Boffins. Charles Dickens. Our Mutual Friend.
- Then Jane tried speaking to him in French, and then in German; but she had to laugh at her own blundering attempt at the latter tongue. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- Our blundering political system is pachydermic in its irresponsiveness. Walter Lippmann. A Preface to Politics.
- I saw him through the window, seizing his horse's mane, and mounting in his blundering brutal manner, and sidling and backing away. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
- Blundering fools! Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- For Jos's former shyness and blundering blushing timidity had given way to a more candid and courageous self-assertion of his worth. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- It is astonishing to me now, how I found time, in the midst of my porings and blunderings over heavier themes, to read those books as I did. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
Edited by Daniel