Talking about terrible, impending doom, I am now utterly convinced that Stannis is going to die.
Any other answer would enrage her, and she would stir up a terrible storm, dooming the ship and every sailor on board.
Nonetheless, as the series progresses, jumping from year to year, you get both a good overview and a terrible feeling of doom: it's all progressing very fast.
And one cannot very well shout from the rooftops that the Brexit is a terrible thing that spells doom for the Europe of Monnet, Adenauer, and Churchill, or plead that Europe and the idea behind it are hanging in the balance, and then pass up a chance, however remote, to prevent the irreparable from occurring.
Without it, even the most exquisite asset allocation ever devised by man (even with the direct assistance of Warren Buffett himself) is almost certainly doomed to terrible failure.
And what then of this terrible fiscal cliff that will doom us all; where blood will run through the gutters of our streets while Baby Jesus weeps for our living souls?
Attempts by governments like ours, and supra-national institutions like the EU, to put it back on its perch are doomed; the most terrible waste of effort, and of our (taxpayers') money.
Here, surrounded by St Anthony's Sermon to the Fishes (another song that would form the basis of a movement in the Second Symphony) and the chilling reveille of a soldier doomed to a terrible death, Urlicht - especially in mezzo-soprano Sara Fulgoni's rapt account - was the spiritual epicentre of a profoundly human universe.
For children, it's the impending doom, knowing that something terrible is going to happen.
