The word, like all words of this nature that rattle around within my conscious mind for no perceivable reason, sprouted up from my unconscious and made itself known. “Moribund,” my narrator clearly stated with a little pop on the “b,” “bpbund.” I knew that it had something to do with mortality or the, what-have-you, morose.
So I looked it up, via dictionary.com:
moribund [mawr-uh-buhnd, mor-] adjective
- in a dying state; near death.
- on the verge of extinction or termination.
- not progressing or advancing; stagnant
“She was moribund,” my narrator attempted. “The moribund state of the company’s management, etc., etc.,” my narrator continued. And then the word came up again in Toni Morrison’s The Source of Self-Regard. And then again, here now.