Hampton's achievement was to excavate the bones of a wonderfully dramatic story from the larger body of the text; we watch, fascinated, as Valmont understands too late the truth of his love for Tourvel.
My husband watched, fascinated.
Aged six, he watched, fascinated, as his parents had sex.
Bouvier's rivals in the art-logistics trade watched, fascinated and somewhat bemused.
The New Yorker watched, fascinated, as this exotic foreign food began to lose its foreignness and become, in various ways, American.
I watched, fascinated, as the reigning chef, Masahiko Kobe, concocted a pasta dish with garlic and banana.
I watched, fascinated, as he ambled down the fire escape from landing to landing, occasionally pausing to peer into a window.
A roomful of undergraduates watched, fascinated and aghast, as the yolky glop slid down his face and dripped on the floor.
I watched, fascinated, as contestants of various shapes and sizes stripped down to leather trousers in an open field and began pouring copious quantities of local golden olive oil over themselves.
Gerard watched, fascinated, wondering how the rat — reared in some drowsy pet warehouse, slick and pink and suckling at its mother's teats in a warm gregarious pack of its pink siblings, generations removed from the wild and any knowledge of a thing like this snake and its shining elongate bulk — could recognize the threat.
