I remember years ago Uncle Ike and I had a long discussion as to whether it were better to be stone blind or stone deaf.
She might have been stone deaf, and as dumb as the hearthstone bricks.
There was no answer, but it occurred to me that it might be some old countryman who was stone deaf.
Are you stone deaf, that all their pretty speeches have been wasted on you?
In the story above, the lights, too, were out; Max Diestricht was probably fast asleep—and he was stone deaf!
How do you manage to communicate with him if he is stone deaf?
And there was the Faun, stone deaf but observant, straining to understand what was taking place.
When I spoke to the old woman, she told me that she was stone deaf.
On one occasion a locum tenens, who officiated for a few weeks, was stone deaf.
Had Hooker been stone deaf, the words would have had no more effect.