On his way, he met Pliant and Obstinate; Christian was so distracted by them that he fell in a bog called the Slough of Despond
He wanders into the Slough of Despond
, from which he cannot get out because of the weight of the burden of sin on his back, until at last he is rescued by Help.
Peter Jewell, via email Cheer up, Paddy CAN I cheer up my old mate Paddy Shennan, who appears to be in a slough of despond
over the referendum result (ECHO, June 25).
But he was once again in an uncharacteristic slough of despond
as he noted "the worst conditions in his 28 years in the grocery trade".
Now, though, the modern parent is made of sterner stuff and, as a survey last week revealed, the "empty-nest" phenomena, whereby parents whose children have left home sink into the slough of despond
, has been exposed as the laughable myth it surely is.
While you're in this slough of despond
you're not letting your boyfriend enjoy you and you're not letting your relationship reach its full potential.
So when Nick found himself unwillingly unemployed for the third time, he didn't waste precious moments meandering through the slough of despond
- or even just sitting sadly in the pub.
Just over a fortnight ago you would probably have felt confident putting your house on Celtic to win this, as most Motherwell fans had taken up residence in the Slough of Despond
after watching their team scrape just five points from their first 10 matches.
Pollini and Brendel are both remarkablyinteresting pianists for whom middle age is neither a slough of despond
nor a repetition ad nauseam of earlier triumphs.
Yet from this slough of despond
, Meteorites unexpectedly began to take shape.
But hey, they've still got their cars, and as far as I'm aware, we're not yet wading through such a slough of despond
A large portion of the electorate prefers to blame George Bush for the current slough of despond
in Iraq, but there are few people who don't remember the British Prime Minister seeming to outshine him in the argument for the war, and so his reputation has suffered by association.
First and foremost I take off my hat to Jessica Lloyd, who invests Jane with a calm beauty which takes us through the initial miseries of the slough of Despond
to a quiet joy when she finally marries Mr Rochester, blind and infirm.
I doubt that through the bottom of various glasses this most engaging and straightforward of men could have envisaged rising through the Slough of Despond
to a year such as he has enjoyed, capped by an afternoon of afternoons when Sinndar was the middle leg a magical Group 1 treble.
IT can sometimes be easy, in the midst of bad news stories, to sink into a slough of despond