It was as though he bore an impersonal contempt for everyone and everything in the South, the Confederacy in particular, and took no pains to conceal it.
But then you lack the impersonal viewpoint.
For a brief moment she wondered with impersonal curiosity what would be expected of a mistress.
I have a deep and impersonal admiration for your endurance, Scarlett, and I do not like to see your spirit crushed beneath too many millstones.
But, perhaps if she were alone with him once more, he might drop that mask of impersonal courtesy he had worn since coming to Atlanta.
His one eye met hers with an impersonal animosity.
Scarlett, sometimes I have an impersonal curiosity as to what would have happened to me without you.
He had been kindness itself during her miserable convalescence, but it was the kindness of an impersonal stranger.
Anything except this impersonal kindness that was written so plainly in his face.
Melanie was almost crying with embarrassment, Ashley was suddenly bleak and withdrawn and Rhett was watching her over his cigar with impersonal amusement.
His impersonal courtesy toward her that had begun during her convalescence continued and he did not fling softly drawled barbs at her or sting her with sarcasm.
They clung close to Prissy, for even to their childish minds there was something frightening in the cold, impersonal atmosphere between their mother and their stepfather.
He dropped her chin and, turning, walked back to his chair and sprawled tiredly again, his chin on his breast, his eyes looking up at her from under black brows in an impersonal speculative way.
Throughout these weeks they had met and spoken as courteously as strangers meeting in the impersonal walls of a hotel, sharing the same roof, the same table, but never sharing the thoughts of each other.
There are no more uses of "impersonal" in the book.
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Reverend Moorehead, instead of asking an impersonal blessing, seized the opportunity to advise the Lord of Jem’s and her misdeeds.
Harper Lee -- Go Set a Watchman
No one saves an e-mail, because it’s so inherently impersonal.