On we go to taste. "The taste of India", "It tasted astonishingly good." Right. So, ten

the fatalism of the weak of will is astonishingly beautified by its claim to be "la religion de la souffrance humaine."

The astonishingly perfect lip syncing of Jim Carrey's mouth with Steve Carell's gibberish just kills us.

Visions told Joan to get French forces to take to the field and drive out the English, so that Charles, whom she believed to be the rightful heir to the French throne, could be crowned, and astonishingly this proved successful.

characters would have all had one eye, and I would be an astonishingly handsome seventeen-year-old.

Over the last few years, AI systems have become astonishingly good at turning text prompts into videos.

They were astonishingly unprepared for this complicated nuclear accident.

Astonishingly, it's all come together and it really does tick off the big three.

Where others would despair of intransigence or meanness, we see every chance of being able to change a partner – so long as we keep quiet and hope. It can take an awfully long time until we are in any position to realise that all told, the situation does appear a little strange and somewhat irrevocable. That it may not be entirely to our advantage to be told again and again that we are mad for wanting greater gentleness, or demanding for seeking a deeper connection, or crazy for wondering why a partner spends so much time on their phone or out drunk with friends. We could be compared to a giant fish, a tuna perhaps, whose had its fins cut off and lost any powers of navigation, so that it bobs helplessly on the current, hoping against hope that it will be taken somewhere nice, but unable to exert any influence on its course. The famous expression runs, when people show you who they are, believe them. But it's hard to be very clear-eyed about who is good and bad when you happen to grow up with a heavy disincentive to perceive certain awkward truths about your own parents, because you were five years old, trapped in a house with them, and love wasn't readily available from anyone else. Our entire perceptual mechanism may have been twisted as a result. Like an animal that can't perceive certain frequencies of light, our emotional eyes may have grown up unable to see difficult traits for what they are. Coldness now just looks like honourable absorption in more important tasks. Sarcasm is read as wit. Being belittled feels like care. We're always more likely to think of ourselves as bad for failing to elicit kindness from a fundamentally lovely person whom we'll continue to adore and admire, despite one or two signs of trouble, as opposed to conceiving that we might have fallen in with a jerk. We may be deep into our lives before we decide we might have had enough of suffering, and start to be curious about what kindness and presence might feel like. We may ever so slightly determine that though our partner may be using every ounce of their considerable logic and charm to secure the status quo, they might in the end just be taking us for a long ride. We don't have to be here. We are, astonishingly, not five anymore. If we're not happy, we can run.

He was astonishingly prolific, hiring editors, proofreaders, and even ghostwriters to help him produce mountains of humanistic texts and fashion himself as the quintessential figure of the Northern Renaissance before dying suddenly of dysentery at the age of 69 because, you know, it was the sixteenth century.