Let's just take a moment here to consider how truly terrible the domestic sitcom can be; a small, short lament for the 676 other rickety LOL-wagons per year that poor, beleaguered TV previewers and optimistic audiences are forced to endure.
It was a small victory, he lamented.
In Sam Hunt's Break Up in a Small Town, he laments the discovery of his ex's new fling, with the crying refrain, "I never thought she would get down with somebody I know".
In the former, he wanders around a small New England town, lamenting the loss of his early promise, and in the latter, he smokes, philosophizes about writing and plays records.
"Malé is such a small place," he laments.
Over more than a decade of widespread attention to medical error and patient safety, a small group of academicians lamented that diagnostic errors have been relatively underemphasised and received 'no respect' in the larger conversation about improving care.
"It was a quiet, small town," laments Gary Daniel, a middle-aged Willistonian, as he eats fried chicken at Gramma Sharon's family restaurant.
He lamented how a small translation mistake caused this much damage, and urged Western reporters to rely on official version of events in the future to avoid such confusion.
Wolfowitz's slender admission of guilt is more than Americans have received from "the tediously self-exculpatory memoirs penned by (or on behalf of) Bush himself, Cheney, Rumsfeld, Rice, Tenet, Bremer, Feith, and a small squad of eminently forgettable generals," laments Bacevich.
It's reasonable to lament the fact that a small number of billionaires have so much power over which problems get dealt with and which do not.
And what resulted, as so many sentimentalists today lament, was a memory coming into focus on a small rectangle of film.
