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déshabillé [dis-uh–beel, –bee] –noun
- the state of being dressed in a careless, disheveled, or disorderly style or manner; undress.
- a garment worn in undress.
- a loose morning dress.
- a disorderly or disorganized state of mind or way of thinking.
[Origin: 1665–75; < F déshabillé, n. use of ptp. of déshabiller to undress, equiv. to dés- dis-1 + habiller to dress; see habiliment]
“It is nearly an insoluble pancake,” he smiled, “a conundrum of inscrutible potentialities, a snorter.”
Flann O’Brien, The Third Policeman, (New York: Walker and Company, 1967), p. 153
“I’d rather die happy than not die at all / For a man is a fool who will not heed the call”
Robbie Robertson, The W.S. Walcott Medicine Show, 1972, © WB Music, © Canaan Music
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