I would like to take Gene Hunt from Life on Mars because he would take no cheek from no one and could protect me while I ponder quantum puzzles.
This is the context in which I ponder what could easily be dismissed as an insignificant, ho-hum event, but which strikes me as potentially something else -- a bearing down on the global antiwar lever.
While I ponder whether this choice could be due to Olga's feminist leanings, we've swiftly moved on to some more typical tourist vocabulary.
Before I could ponder this for too long, we were setting off, marching down Whitehall.
With Season 7, Episode 22, the finale of a heretofore brilliant series, we watched as our heroine stumbled off post-slap, tugging at her designer suit, her always perfect hair ever-so-mussed; eyes teary, men gone, mentor betrayed, children confused, career on the precipice, and we, like Peggy Lee, could only ponder: "Is that all there is?" I get it, good endings are hard to write.
As I looked at Maria, I pondered how could such a slender, Scandinavian woman consume more than generous quantities of alcohol.
I could momentarily ponder having plastic surgery in order to impress my beloved, or buying a sofa to match his eyes - but love also brings immutable values.
As Connecticut vanished outside my window, I pondered how I could best fit this program into my already busy life?
For some time, I pondered whether I could make a meaningful phylogenetic distinction between what I would and wouldn't eat.
I pondered how I could help.
One welcome thought: I pondered whether I could incorporate this practice into my daily life.
