One longs to concentrate on maybe half a dozen weird creatures.
Reading Lee's version of Capote, one longs to read her on everyone else she knew.
On any ordinary night in the city, one longs to be in four different places simultaneously; during Jazz Fest it's more like eight.
One longs to dwell a bit longer on a character like Savigny, who went to Egypt as a botanist but became obsessed instead with the country's insect life.
How one longs by the end for Siegfried to swoop down on a vine and smite the lot of them.
The ensemble cast works well together yet one longs for more of Barbra Streisand and Dustin Hoffman, but the screenwriters lean on De Niro.
There is not, however, a clear dramatic agenda: one longs throughout the lengthy first act for any new purchase on the material.
One longs for "good old days" when protesters would be "carried out on a stretcher".
One longs to see the completed picture.
One longs to see him tackle Tudor's Romeo.
How one longs to have seen Grimaldi's theatre.
