Gradually, we begin to apprehend the ways in which any despotic system is like any boy's inner life.
And when he does so it is as if you can see what the critic and poet Simon Jarvis has called Sutherland's "violent shifts of register," and you begin to apprehend, visually, the knotty prosody of his work.
Every single part of the environment was imagined as part of a pleasing whole; your efforts will be rewarded when you begin to apprehend a decidedly French notion of elegance, suitable to its time.
Yet how could either Lady Warbones, or Miss Lucy Sweetface, or the stranger in the hall, begin to apprehend that dim roiling in the western sky, even now beginning to hush the birdsong in the brambles, and which presaged a turn of Fate that, had they but gained forewarning, might have rendered less the pitiful sorrows soon to befall them?
Growing up, I began to apprehend that Manhattan telephone exchanges, which were geographically assigned, were a guide map and social register to my delightful city.
This newborn ghost has only just begun to apprehend itself when its fragile tenancy is threatened: Angie sneezes, rubs at her temple.
Weirder still, she began to apprehend Medea as a kind of possessing spirit: "She would start to try to inhabit me before I even got to the theatre.
My first reaction, watching this, in 1998, had nothing to do with bin Laden, or with the threat that civilians like me were only just beginning to apprehend.
As my cab driver piloted us towards the city centre, from little remarks she made about routes, traffic and neighbourhoods I began to apprehend something unheimlich.
"The News from Ireland" (1986), his story of the potato famine, is glutted with lies and deceptions, from a road to nowhere – an insulting labour project ill-suited to weak, hungry men – to the governess Miss Heddoe's self-deceiving assertion that "I do not know these things", denying unpalatable truths she had earlier begun to apprehend.
"As I groped in the first weeks, beginning to apprehend the monstrous shape of the story I would have to tell," he wrote, "I knew already that I would never penetrate its heart of bile, for the magnitude of this horror seemed beyond human register".
