To a middle class mother, none of this sounds too tragic.
Here, Lewis sounds a tragic note: the more civilized a people, the more vulnerable.
This all sounds as tragic as a conga line through a cocktail bar so far.
The poet sounds a tragic and lyric note in his best work, El rayo que no cesa (1936; "The Never-Ending Lightning"), a collection mostly of sonnets of great classical purity.
She sang with rich, throbbing sound and tragic grandeur, including a magnificent interpretation of "Ô malheureuse Iphigénie" (one of Gluck's trademark major-key laments).
DJ Screw, from Houston, did slow tempos as well as anyone – his deep decelerations of hip-hop tracks always sound like tragic endings.
There was the 17-minute audiotape of last Friday's Clemens-McNamee phone call, which proved little, offered nonsense worthy of the Marx Brothers and made McNamee sound sympathetically tragic.
These sound like tragic lives, the lives of wastrels or dissolutes, and yet these six men – Tennessee Williams, Ernest Hemingway, F Scott Fitzgerald, John Cheever, John Berryman and Raymond Carver – produced between them some of the most beautiful writing this world has ever seen.
The other, and far more immediate, thing I realised, is that there is no sound more tragic than a man singing a chant on his own.
