Writes Anthony Lane, "The Exhausting History of Fatigue Having too much to do can be tiring; having nothing to do may be worse" (The New Yorker). Lane does not like the book, "A History of Fatigue" by Georges Vigarello, but I enjoyed the review, and fatigue is an interesting subject.
And I learned a word... or, at least, "inanition" seems like a new word to me. It is — according to the OED — "The action or process of emptying; the condition of being empty; spec. the exhausted condition resulting from want or insufficiency of nourishment."
I checked the 19-year history of this blog, and "inanition" did appear once. It was in a quote from... you could almost guess and have a good shot at getting it right...
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"inanition" not mentioned here, over the life of the blog? I am rarely really surprised here, but...
And You, a law professor!
My guess is “inanition” came from a quote from Samuel Johnson. The word is not unfamiliar to me, along with its close relative, “inane,” which packs a lot of nothing into two punchy syllables (along with a schoolboy whiff of “anus” and “asinine”).
What Fred said!
Yes,we pumped up our boys on benzos to keep them fighting, and tacitly allowed morphine and heroin to bring them down.
It makes the pathetic whinging of snowflake college protesters with "safe places" to cosset their feeling even more pathetic, doesn't it?
I thought the word was "inaniation."
So I'm glad I never used it.
Somebody better look in on George Will.
Inanition may already have gotten him.
Levinas has a whole book on Fatigue and what it is. E.g. see page 16 Existence and Existents (pdf)
"The numbness of fatigue is its telling characteristic. It is an impossibility of following through, a constant and increasing lag between being and what it remains attached to .."
That is a very common word around our household. Eg "I had better serve dinner before you perish of inanition."
Safire would have been my guess, but I suppose George Will makes sense.
I signed out a Death Certificate, Cause of Death, as "Inanition" some years back. The individual was a lady in her 60s who hid her cancer from friends and family, "took to her bed" and refused food and drink for two weeks. I could think of no other word that fit the situation.
As my boyhood friend said about a street baseball game at dusk, I'm too pooped to participate.
St. Thomas Aquinas has a good bit to say about this, as did Dante. I always wondered why despair (ballpark inanition) was a mortal, rather than venal sin. As I grow older, I understand it more.
Post has died of inanition and/or inattention.
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