Forgetful

(adj.) failing to keep in mind; 'forgetful of her responsibilities'; 'oblivious old age' .

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• After a debauch with some desperate woman, he went on quite easy and forgetful. 戴维·赫伯特·劳伦斯. 恋爱中的女人.
• He is lying thus, apparently forgetful of his newer and minor surprise, when the housekeeper returns, accompanied by her trooper son. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 荒凉山庄.
• I asked her how she came to be so forgetful as to leave the key on the outside of the ante-room. 哈里特·威尔逊. 哈里特·威尔逊回忆录.
• But sometimes she was forgetful--and sometimes, could it be that she was proud? 伊迪丝·华顿. 快乐之家.
• My horse grew tired--and I, forgetful of his fatigue, still as he lagged, cheered him with my voice, and urged him with the spur. 玛丽·雪莱. 最后一个人.
• She had burnt her fingers with Caliphronas; yet, quite forgetful of the warning, began to tease Maurice with charming persistence. 弗格斯·休姆. 奇幻岛.
• Every one of them is capable of cruelties and fine emotions, of despairs and devotions and self-forgetful effort. 赫伯特·乔治·威尔斯. 世界史纲.
• One of the old ladies--Miss Noble, the aunt--is a wonderfully quaint picture of self-forgetful goodness, and Ladislaw gallants her about sometimes. 乔治·艾略特. 米德尔马契.
• They stood aside, forgetful. 戴维·赫伯特·劳伦斯. 恋爱中的女人.
• The transition had been so sudden and so unexpected that it left me for a moment forgetful of aught else than my strange metamorphosis. 埃德加·赖斯·巴勒斯. 火星公主.
• And again, if he is forgetful and retains nothing of what he learns, will he not be an empty vessel? 柏拉图. 理想国.
• Here the men, forgetful of the caution which had just been given them, began to draw. 哈里特·威尔逊. 哈里特·威尔逊回忆录.
• Nor do I admire those whirligig characters that are full of this thing to-day, to be utterly forgetful of it in their new interest to-morrow. 伊丽莎白·盖斯凯尔. 南方与北方.
• I have pictured my daughter, to myself, as perfectly forgetful of me--rather, altogether ignorant of me, and unconscious of me. 查尔斯·狄更斯. 双城记.
• She was conscious of having been forgetful, awkward and slow to learn. 伊迪丝·华顿. 快乐之家.
• The poor little creature ran into my room quite forgetful of her usual dignity, and crying from her very heart of hearts, My dear Fitz Jarndyce! 查尔斯·狄更斯. 荒凉山庄.
• She wondered how her father and mother could be so forgetful, so regardless of their companion through the day, as never to mention his name. 伊丽莎白·盖斯凯尔. 南方与北方.

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