maunder

“Did I mention I had children? Three. Fascinating creatures,” the marquise maunders on.

In elementary school, I sat in class with a book in my lap while the teacher maundered on about fractions.

Yesterday, I was maundering on about what might happen in the 2024 US election.

Instead we get some philosophical maundering and nifty, nimble tricks.

This is the Beckettian strain in Scorsese: his characters are no longer tough guys, but wizened old figures maundering away to each other, immobile in wheelchairs or senior-citizen home seats, with blankets over their knees.