She was now living in a state of profound and constant lassitude. She often received writs, documents bearing official stamps, but she scarcely even looked at them. She wished she could stop living entirely, or sleep continuously. (III.6.75)
This is where things start to really go downhill, fast. At the beginning of the book, Emma claimed to be so bored she could die, and we didn’t believe her – here, though, we worry that she means it.