ecstatic

Salinger was ecstatic, believing, as Slawenski puts it, that "he had finally won the recognition he so frantically craved."

But the time for ecstatic pathos had altogether passed away before he rode in at that portal.

It was an ecstatic experience, a fairy pageant, a supernal revelation of an enchanted landscape.

And yet she could be ecstatic in the arms of that perfect ass!

But they were suddenly drawn from their ecstatic state by a change about them.

Nature stood on tiptoe, ready for carnival, waiting for the opening measures of the ecstatic music of life's renewal.