automatal

Had that woman, silly, weak, automatal as she is, really loved me; had she been sensible of the unspeakable sacrifice I had made to her (Antony's was nothing to it, -- he lost a real world only; mine was the world of imagination); had she but condescended to learn my nature, to subdue the woman's devil at her own, -- I could have lived on in this babbling hermitage forever, and fancied myself happy and resigned, -- I could have become a different being.

Paul Clifford — Complete Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton 1838

Had that woman, silly, weak, automatal as she is, really loved me; had she been sensible of the unspeakable sacrifice I had made to her (Antony's was nothing to it, -- he lost a real world only; mine was the world of imagination); had she but condescended to learn my nature, to subdue the woman's devil at her own, -- I could have lived on in this babbling hermitage forever, and fancied myself happy and resigned, -- I could have become a different being.

Paul Clifford — Volume 06 Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton 1838