Historians and sociologists have examined this most complex episode in our history so that we may understand the issues of that time and apply our understanding to our own society.
We may understand the words and even the concepts we're exchanging, but we're not really understanding how we came to those conclusions, or why we're having those emotional reactions.
Day by day we may understand it a little less and condemn it a little more.
Eventually, we may understand how our character has been sullied and seduced.
This kind of description is not a metric by which we may understand modern Britain – it's a cliche.
We may understand — even if we do not accept — the thinking of those who condemn abortion on religious grounds.
We may understand that "the corporations we work for poison the earth, fleece the poor, make the super rich more rich, but hey.
In the face of such putative danger, we may understand Mr. Oppenheimer and Mr. Boyle's impatience with scientists who do not mount the soapbox.
In ways that are particular to us, he is saying, in end-of-empire Britain, in a northern climate, with a northern cast of mind, twilight is a perfect metaphor by which we may understand the things we love.
We may understand rationally that psychosis isn't a contagion, yet still we turn aside from the street soliloquisers and avoid the tormented gazes of those being "cared for in the community".
And we may understand her delusions not as random scraps of insanity but as repressed memories, rising in distorted forms to reveal an unspeakable ordeal not entirely buried in the past.
