On his back was the offspring of unthinking parents—a pin-head.
He was sanguine in all his hopes, and rapid, but not unthinking, in all his decisions.
This, a sad certainty told him, was love, the love that is unthinking.
A thing of instinct—the unthinking stillness of a scared brute.
With many of our unthinking classes it is the "mourn" which they enjoy in the sermons.