Cul-de-sac

Sami was in a cul-de-sac.

Sami lived in a cul-de-sac.

Sami and Layla lived in a cul-de-sac.

Sami went all the way down to the bottom of the cul-de-sac.

Mennad went in the cul-de-sac.

Mennad lives in a cul-de-sac.

My life is a cul-de-sac.

There is a cul-de-sac at the end of the road.

Ziri's street is a cul-de-sac.

At my age ten and on my introduction to North America from the Philippines, my family first rented a ground floor suite at a cul-de-sac, where there was also a house with three Filipino children. They introduced me to eating cherries.

Before we had gone fifty yards we perceived that all hopes of getting further up the stream in the whale-boat were at an end, for not two hundred yards above where we had stopped were a succession of shallows and mudbanks, with not six inches of water over them. It was a watery cul de sac.

His was the end house of a cul-de-sac, with the side wall of a huge brewery beyond.

And in suburbs known for new development, preservationists are often battling a general perception that there is nothing historic or worth saving among the cul-de-sacs.

Physics seems, in fact, to have got itself into a cul-de-sac, obsessing over theories so mathematically abstruse that nobody even knows how to test them.

The internet is a remarkable tool to find others and coordinate, but as an end to itself can become a cul de sac of frustrated desires and circular arguments.