They say a man sinks a third time for good.
The men sink slightly into the stage as they go.
The old man sank back into the chair, a look of satisfaction on his face.
When they were sure it wouldn't return, the men sank to their knees.
The man sank flat, face down, and moved no more.
Having said his piece, the man sank once again into silence.
A man never sinks so low that he cannot sink even lower.
A man like me sinks when he does not continue to rise.
He half turned to ask another question, but an old man was sinking into his chair.
The young man sank to a chair beside the table.
