He listened with a smile on his lips, feigning an equanimity which quite deceived the dull-witted
boy who talked to him.
The discovery came to me slowly, as if I were a most dull-witted
man; at first I knew only that I no longer understood her as of old.
In time, of course, the idea would filter through their thick skulls, but in the meanwhile many things might happen--the blacks might return in force to regain their village; the whites might readily pick them all off with their rifles from the surrounding trees; he might even starve to death before the dull-witted
apes realized that he wished them to gnaw through his bonds.
Luigi was incensed, and asked how it could be that the old gentleman, who was by no means dull-witted
, held his trifling nephew's evidence in inferences to be of more value than Wilson's.
He marveled that the dull-witted
creature had not long since been alarmed; but the fellow sat there as ignorant of the presence of another as though that other had not existed.
With despair I pictured to myself how coldly and disdainfully that "scoundrel" Zverkov would meet me; with what dull-witted
, invincible contempt the blockhead Trudolyubov would look at me; with what impudent rudeness the insect Ferfitchkin would snigger at me in order to curry favour with Zverkov; how completely Simonov would take it all in, and how he would despise me for the abjectness of my vanity and lack of spirit--and, worst of all, how paltry, unliterary, commonplace it would all be.
Sam Rockwell - We're still wondering how this guy's dull-witted
homophobic racist could possibly hold a candle to Christopher Plummer's class act as oil billionaire J.
Everybody thinks King Kong - big, stupid, dull-witted
aggressive - but she was small and sweet and creative," recalls Penny.
They weren't humorous artists; they were dull-witted
The gearbox is occasionally a little dull-witted
, and even in manual mode will occasionally override a gear selection request if it deems it opportune.
The 175PS engine feels thrashy when extended and in this improved model, is only offered with a dull-witted
automatic which takes the edge off economy and hangs on to gears for too long.
Liebesman, a cheerful demolition maestro ("Battle: Los Angeles," "Wrath of the Titans") who wields the camera like a blunt instrument, isn't that sort of director, and the dull-witted
screenplay, wouldn't reward his instincts even if he had them.