He was, rather, unthinkably crude and boorish and detestable.
"The Everlasting Whisper"
Jackson Gregory
He moved aside as if he understood her trouble; Brodie, grown unthinkably quick of foot, moved with him.
"The Everlasting Whisper"
Jackson Gregory
But Isak, unthinkably simple as he was, grew afraid of the dark in the light summer nights, and saw Shapes and Things stealing past the window.
"Growth of the Soil"
Knut Hamsun