An exile who has wasted himself with pining for his native land is nostalgic.

Sally and Ingrid stood together looking mellow and nostalgic.

The stupendous setting of seas beating against jetties, of deserts stretching under torrid skies to distant horizons, did not exist in his nostalgic work which confined itself to a boudoir, near an aulic park, scented with the voluptuous fragrance of a woman with a tired smile, a perverse little pout and unresigned, pensive eyes.