| Autobiography, 10:was nothing to live for, and that life was a monotonous waste. Why was life so stupid? Why did sheAutobiography, 28:in livery on the box seat. So dull and so monotonous it was. Then other arrangements were made forAutobiography, 122:worth that. My life at this time was entirely monotonous - looking after three babies, one moroseAutobiography, 198:next six years, from 1924 to 1930, are somewhat monotonous. As I look over them I am profoundlyAutobiography, 214:1931. These six years were in many ways years of monotonous rhythm and routine - getting up in theMagic, 147:environing forms of the natural world becomes monotonous through constant impact over many lives, |
