I thought that the landlord ex hypothesi was someone over whom no one wept.
I am not weeping about the four big companies, or about the long-term future of television.
In my home, she openly wept over her failure to be believed in the court.
The wives of men in their fifties who are unemployed have wept to me about their husbands' unemployment and its effect on their households.
Now of course, the brutal logic of this kind of process is more obvious but its impact on the citizens weeping in the streets is impossible to overstate.
The masses did more than sign condolence registers: traders wept, market women closed shops in his honour, and even donated food and other items to the family for the burial.
Rows leading to weeping, we hear.
On the other hand, mimicking the rhythmical breath and the spasmodic rising and falling of the chest that accompanies weeping can be utterly convincing, if well done.
