fathoming

People were not necessarily fit to understand, but Maresy had more than human fathoming.

This king knows his own limits; Hamlet is far too deep for his fathoming.

Human nature can rise to strange heights, and it can also fall to depths beyond your fathoming.

The magic of Adepts is beyond the fathoming of simple animals like ourselves.

This is beyond my fathoming, Claire indicated.

Her emotion remained beyond his fathoming.

Such mysteries were beyond his fathoming.

The intricacy of the organic world is beyond human fathoming, Dr. Eisner said.

"Some Answers I could fathom, but my fathoming would cause the situation to change, perhaps creating uglier Questions than the ones answered.

He was a foe of metaphysics, holding that the fathoming of first causes of being was "impossible to fulfill and unnecessary."

"The nethermost caverns," wrote the mad Arab, "are not for the fathoming of eyes that see; for their marvels are strange and terrific.

The rictus would soften, and in its place would be - if only for a moment - a smile; one of pride or amusement or something utterly beyond Sylveste's fathoming.

"There is simply no fathoming of the minds or the motives of Them, for They are as far above us as we are above the meddlers, or even farther.

'Yes,' he said, with monolithic assurance, looking straight into my eyes, and I felt that chill again, that sense of standing on the rim of an abyss beyond my fathoming.

Given our desire to extend our own lifespans, much research will go into an intricate fathoming of the human immune system, to fixing our cardiovascular plumbing, to forestall aging and the like.

A species that, for some reason beyond his fathoming, spoke a language that could not be translated by the apparently misnamed Universal Translator was holding forth, and the process of human translation was excruciatingly dull.

"It is a mystery that is hidden from me by reason that the emergency requiring the fathoming of it hath not in my life-days occurred, and so, not having no need to know this thing, I abide barren of the knowledge."

I remember no dreams - only the vast, incubus-like oppression that persisted even in the depth of slumber, as if to drag me down with its formless, ever-clinging weight into gulfs beyond the reach of created flight or the fathoming of organized entity.