has been continuously an idiot, insensible to his surroundings (non compos mentis
sue in omnibus que ad humanum sensum discerni deberet), having a fancy in his head, whereby he remains unconscious of his own personality (bone memorie sui ipsius negligens) and paying no heed to anything at all.
An idiot, according to the Act, was "any person to be naturally wanting of understanding, so as to be uncapable to provide for him or herself." A distracted person, by contrast, was anyone who "by the Providence of God, shall fall into distraction, and become Non compos mentis
." To colonists, then, distraction was a mental disability with possibly temporary effects; it was likely to occur later in life and it could be seriously debilitating, while idiocy was life-long and permanent, a condition of mental inferior ity with material consequences.
Strom Thurmond is not entirely compos mentis
, but at 98 the fellow does push-ups.
Having been denied a chance to hear whether Thurmond is still compos mentis
, Merida followed him around for weeks, observing how staff and colleagues fronted for him in public situations, such as meetings of the Judiciary Committee.
For all that has been hurled at Bruce in the aftermath, the ex-Wigan and Crystal Palace boss is still compos mentis
around the situation.
We do our fogey chat when we see each other, both loners, a state forced on us by fate rather than choice, because we know that interaction with fellow human beings is a vital part of keeping ourselves compos mentis
rather than compost mentis, as he likes to tell me with a chuckle.
"It's an appalling set of circumstances, absolutely appalling, because you're not compos mentis
because you have taken something.
He was compos mentis
and didn't have any significant injuries.
"He was very compos mentis
. I met him again in 1996 in Oxford and he had definitely deteriorated by then."
"He could not have it before because he had to be compos mentis
to sign the paperwork," Sue said.
Once I was compos mentis
, I was humbled by the kindness shown by my friends and colleagues in the office towards me in my hour of need.
Bentwood, who lives in the desert (which Gaitis illustrates with Mahleresque descriptions of the flora, fauna, and monsoons) is, like Chance the Gardener, pretty much non compos mentis
. So is the President.