Crossword-Solution: NARCOLEPTIC
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| Word | Anagrams | |
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| NARCOLEPTIC | anagram | ERICCLAPTON |
We have 7 clues for the answer “NARCOLEPTIC”
| Clue | Answers |
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| More than sleepy | 1 answer |
| NARCOLEPSY victim | 1 answer |
| One who might be diagnosed with a polysomnogram | 1 answer |
| SLEEP attack sufferer | 1 answer |
| Quick to fall asleep, in a way | 2 answers |
| A SOPORIFIC DRUG THAT PRODUCES AN UNCONTROLLABLE DESIRE TO SLEEP | 11 answers |
| A PERSON WHO HAS NARCOLEPSY | 11 answers |
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Hint 1 meaning
One who, or that which, eats.
Hint 2 anagram
ATREE
Hint 3 another clue
greedy person
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Sentences with NARCOLEPTIC (2)
Nocturnal narcoleptic seizures accompanied by spells of somnolence in the day, both to be regarded as due to the “brain fag” of trench life.
However, according to Friedmann, there is a narcoleptic _petit mal_ that is an entity by itself, proceeding after a period of years to complete recovery without complications.
Quotes with NARCOLEPTIC (3)
Writing is the dragon that lives underneath my floorboards. The one I incessantly feed for fear it may turn and devour my ass. Writing is the friend who doesn't return my phone calls; the itch I'm unable to scratch; a dinner invitation from a cannibal; elevator music for a narcoleptic. Writing is the hope of lifting all boats by pissing in the ocean. Writing isn't something that makes me happy like a good cup of coffee. It's just something I do because not writing, as I've found, is so much worse.
He was a poet who sometimes taught Free University classes or travelled in the western states of Utah, Nevada, and Arizona, speaking to high school English classes, stunning middle-class boys and girls (he hoped) with the news that poetry was alive — narcoleptic, to be sure, but still possessed of a certain hideous vitality.
Your gravity, your grace have turned a tide In me, no lunar power can reverse; But in your narcoleptic eyes I spied A sightlessness tonight: or something worse, A disregard that made me feel unmanned. Meanwhile, insomniac, I catch my breath To think I saw my future traced in sand One afternoon "as still, as carved, as death,” And pray for an oblivion so deep It ends in transformation. Only dawn Can save me, flood this haunted house of sleep With light, and drown the thoughts …
Where this answer appears
Appears in: NYT.
Used 3 times in crossword archives (1995–2021).