Nonplussing

We have to with a Heart ſearching God, who will find out every unworthy Communicant to his utter Shame and Confuſion ; when God examins ſuch, his Queſtions will be Nonpluſſing and Confounding,[…]

Nothing can be so nonplussing to a seeker as to have to grope about in a fog for the thing sought.

These brooms have in common a very nonplussing trait: they may die in winter, for no discernible reason.

Specifically, it is the idea of the friend, in conjunction with the idea of a conversation, that is, the idea of the ordinary in conjunction with the presumption of benevolence (if friend could be assumed to imply such a connotation, and if conversation could be supposed to have this content), which illuminates what renders these propositions so nonplussing.

First the high pitch of blood inside the ear then another high sound inside the first, a vibrato caterwaul from that stunned and blurry infant face. Such blank noise. So nonplussing that foreign tongue, that most foreign body, open-mouthed and trembling,[…]

We look like a council of two, a single pair of Sanhedrin warriors or elder Seraphim, we look like a solitary nation of no history, a duprass, Kurt Vonnegut called it. And what’s more nonplussing than anything else, we look happy.