It's a state of being that I think all immigrants and their offspring come to wrestle with, which isn't to lament the act of migration, but to wonder if the essential hopefulness of the act makes it impossible to hear the doors quietly locking behind you.
The simple act of wonder is quickly disappearing.
In any case, this may be the most wonderful act of wonder in Western poetry.
Moises Melgarejo, 18, said he wondered if the act of suspending Mr. Loughner had not left him precariously unrooted.
I have often wondered, in the act of adoption, how much the adopted child's reality is taken into consideration at all.
They wonder: is the act of grouping women artists into one happy contingent reductive?
He may have joked about his use of words like "manumission" (it's the act of freeing slaves, if you're still wondering), but there's another story that gives a fairer impression of his early creation.
The very act of doubting, of wondering where he might have gone astray, showed that he did exist.
In A Few Green Leaves, Emma spies in on her neighbors, the Barracloughs, academic hippies whom she finds very exotic, and is herself caught by the rector's glance in the act of carrying a tuna mousse, making her wonder wearily if this means she now has to invite him to lunch.
Even the act of buying a refrigerator is filled with conjugal wonder for the new lovers.
He wondered if there was something inherently insane about the act of whistle-blowing; maybe only crazy people persisted.
