How, for example, could a Voltaire understand the strange predicament in which a Rousseau would find himself when, soon after the furor of his first Discourse, he acquired still another title to fame??

In 1583 De Monte sent Byrd his setting of verses 1 – 4 of Psalm 136 ( Super flumina Babylonis ), including the pointed question ’ How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land ?’ Byrd replied the following year with a setting of the defiant continuation, set, like de Monte's piece, in eight parts and incorporating a three-part canon by inversion.

In 1646, Sir Thomas Browne wondered why the natives of North America had taken rattlesnakes with them, but not horses: " How America abounded with Beasts of prey and noxious Animals, yet contained not in that necessary Creature, a Horse, is very strange ".

: Unexpectedly came the thought: " How strange it is that there is nothing in the appearance of a written or printed word that gives the slightest hint of its meaning.

How strange a cycle!

“ Among the other Curiosities of New-England, one is that of a mighty Rock, on a perpendicular side whereof by a River, which at High Tide covers part of it, there are very deeply Engraved, no man alive knows How or When about half a score Lines, near Ten Foot Long, and a foot and half broad, filled with strange Characters: which would suggest as odd Thoughts about them that were here before us, as there are odd Shapes in that Elaborate Monument .…”

How strange that such men should go to ruin, when they might soar perpetually in the heaven of heavens ".

: How strange of man

One lyric change noted was the line " How can we sing a ' holy ' song in a strange land.

* How to get in and out of a strange town and what to do when you're there

How could he comprehend her need when he himself was innocent??

How lightly her `` eventshah-leh '' passed into the crannies where I was storing dialect material for some vaguely dreamed opus, and how the word would echo.

His heart was pounding like a mighty dynamo and he was trying to think, his mind seeming to scream at him like a hurt or frightened child, `` How will I do it??

`` How about your press conference three days later -- what was the reason for that??

It was the oldest and toughest question young lovers have ever asked: How can you be sure??

How could the rich, for whom life was made so simple, ever understand the subterfuges, the lies, the frauds, the errors, sins and even crimes to which the poor were driven in their efforts to overcome the great advantages the rich had in the race of life??

How infuriating all this was!!

How titillating it was to go among people who did not know him as the composer, but who talked in the most glowing terms of the promise of the piece after having heard the first rehearsals.

How grateful he was to such men!!

How foolish it was to try to fathom the truth in an area where only faith would suffice.

How many women had longed for the privilege that was hers.

How was she to behave, Claire wondered.

`` How many times have I told you '' -- he began, and was almost glad when she cut him off -- `` Too many times ''!!

I looked for Jessica to materialize out of the clogging, curdling crowd and, as the time passed and I waited, a fiend came to life beside me and whispered in my ear: How was I planning to greet Jessica??

How right he was ; ;

How this was accomplished may be described, since this sometimes is a crucial problem.

( 3 ) How can we be sure that his sense of touch was not profoundly disturbed by his head injury??

She was standing on a flat rock three feet above ground and when she saw him she rose to full height and roared, opening her mouth wide, lashing her tail, and stamping at the rock with both forefeet in irritation, as much as to say: `` How dare you disturb me in my sacred precinct ''??

How was he to suspect that an assassin had been lurking somewhere across the street waiting for just such a chance??

How far and in what fashion did it modify the new nation which was emerging in the midst of the forces shaping the revolutionary age??

She said to him, her father, `` How was I begotten, in pain or joy??

`` How was Cathy ''??

There was a momentary pause, and then her mother said, `` How long is she supposed to stay ''??

How could he exert authority over them -- make them toe the line, as he had to -- if he knuckled under to this small-town clown??

How much of an accident could that be ''??

`` How could the mess be admitted, because it appears to be the very opposite of form and therefore destructive of the very thing that art holds itself to be ''??

How, I asked, could chaos be admitted to chaos??

How far could it be, Watson thought bleakly, how far can a blind man crawl??

How could it have been thirty years already, she wondered??

How could anyone know what to do with an assortment like that??

How much and how many profits could a majority take out of the losses of a few??

How could supplying Eichmann with a platform on which to maintain that one could collaborate in the murder of millions of Jews without being an anti-semite contribute to a verdict against anti-Semitism??

How could she??

How could he be kind one moment and cruel the next??

How could they not??

A Christian came to Abbahu with the quibbling question: " How could your God in His priestly holiness bury Moses without providing for purificatory rites, yet oceans are declared insufficient?

How it works is unclear, but is likely immunotherapeutic, as the chronic inflammation could be the result of an autoimmune problem.

Deeply disturbed by the surge of militaristic nationalism in 1930s world politics, Chaplin found that he could not keep these issues out of his work: " How could I throw myself into feminine whimsy or think of romance or the problems of love when madness was being stirred up by a hideous grotesque, Adolf Hitler?

How could a tone become a picture and light become a noise?

How could a worse choice be made for your honour than in such haste to marry such a subject, who besides other and notorious lacks, public fame has charged with the murder of your late husband, besides the touching of yourself also in some part, though we trust in that behalf falsely.

How insidious he could be, too, I was only to find out several months later and a thousand miles farther.

At one point Polgár reportedly confronted Kasparov in the hotel bar, asking him, " How could you do this to me?