but I could see how you wouldn’t want these two stolid chairs crowding the living room like judgmental parents.

trying to pass as just another stolid example of Upper West Side apartment house

HORST CAN’T FIND the ice-cream flavor he really needs today and is showing signs of gathering impatience, alarming in one usually so stolid.

this outstanding reproduction of a hotel, stolid in its blockbound prewar glory, truly the architectural embodiment of everything the city surrounding it has always aspired to

up to 75,000 people took part in the uprising, mostly from the stolid Black working class

chewing stolidly

who comes to attend you and supply your want, stolidly, pleasantly, or with an independent air

watched her stolid figure cross the boulevard towards the cafes.

I spent my afternoons with a babysitter, a small, stolid gray-haired lady named Mrs. Albrecht

In Nabokov’s brightly mournful late novella Transparent Things (1972), flighty Julia takes the stolid hero, Hugh Person, to the avant-garde play that everyone is talking about

caught a rise and fall of yellow skirting another stolid mass of blue toward the elevators

the chairman's legendary walrus mustache: its tremendous stolidity

why they had allowed him to accept failure so stolidly at an age when most men are still struggling

the stolid enablers who shelter rapists and provide cover to sexual abusers

They had a maid, a middle-aged Mexican woman with a stolid face who came in for two hours every morning and put the place together just long enough for Elena to scatter it again.

As the stolid rugby players do not, these victims seem to be looking at us

Biographies were stolidly installed around the room, each of them as heavy as a cinder block.

his more stolid brother

Mr. Inononu stood a stolid five feet and four inches from the ground

The man whom she had loved for his mute omniscience, stolid coarseness, grim perseverance in work, had stolen away.…

During the day, life stood stolid, gray and oblivious. But at night, heaven came in the cracks.

A stolid girl smiled uncertainly as she held the light-blinded eye of the reflector

Literature, which had set itself up in order to bring theory to the unwashed undergraduates, in contradistinction to the English department, which was standing stolidly for reading the texts

though this might make them sound virtuous but stolid, like dutiful commentaries on a certain kind of stereo-typically English reserve. In fact, despite their pace, they are not stolid