a dry cold northerly wind that blows in squalls toward the Mediterranean coast of southern France

The definition here refers to a literal wind, but Walker Percy’s mistral is figurative: “It is just as well I keep my distance. Today it is louder than ever, this mistral whistling in my ears. I am nearly sick with it. Desire for her is like a sorrow in my heart.”

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