The soldiers who killed and tortured, and the civilian governments who later chose silence over justice, little imagined that decades later the crimes would still roil their nations.
When reading the moving poem "Six Young Men", I little imagined that I would years later walk to Lumb Falls, where the photograph of the men was taken; six months after the picture, all six of its subjects had been killed in the Great War.
As he spoke those words one year ago he can have little imagined that within the space of a few months, beginning in Tunisia last December, tens of millions of people across North Africa and the Middle East would rise up against their dictatorial rulers in the name of dignity, justice and freedom.
Sure, go-to drinks or favorite colors aren't what make a feminist pioneer, but that doesn't mean you can't have a little fun imagining that RBG or bell hooks are your spirit animals.
And, of course, there's little worse than imagining that your personal experiences throw up a mirror to everyone else's.
The Martin allows me to engage in a little role reversal, imagining that I'm Joni Mitchell, all blond hair and cheekbones, wowing the crowd at the Newport Folk Festival.
It hurt her that it was so little; she imagined that her body, her virtue meant almost nothing to her.
The treatment is based on the notion that the ear sort of looks like a baby curled up in the womb (it works if you squint a little and imagine that the baby is facing downwards), and that correspondingly, points on the ear represent the different body parts.
I found myself imagining that Coco and Little Sheba had run off together, presumably to start their own happier, interspecies family.
Imagine the wry contempt the master criminal must have felt for Holmes, living at the centre of the brutal British empire and imagining that Moriarty's little crimes were the worst thing in the world.
