Imagination, in these days so morbidly alive, continually invented for her attacks unthought of, and called out defence to meet what needed none.
"The Furnace"
Rose Macaulay
Sometimes the wagging of a dog's tail held my attention for long minutes; it afforded a curious play for my morbidly obsessed imagination.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
He imagined them glazed in morbidly saffron or vermilion dust the color of a monk's robe and the color of blood and death.
"Corpus of a Siam Mosquito"
Steven Sills