haplessly

Republicans tend to be blown about haplessly by forces they cannot understand.

Maybe it's because he is so happily rather than haplessly predictable.

Protests tried to form themselves on his lips and died haplessly at the sight of her.

For the haplessly unprotected, services like these are definitely worth a try.

Still, he can pound haplessly on the control panel.

But what if Uhura hadn't been sent here haplessly?

Why would he seek only menial labor, then drift haplessly into the streets?

One of his high stockings came loose and he tugged haplessly at its neck.

The way she sees it, the incident was a perfect storm of unstable elements, with her caught haplessly in the middle.

The novel is a great insider read about an industry furiously, though haplessly, treading water.

The runway show may soon become like couture: utterly, completely, haplessly divorced from anyone's reality.

On a summer night, he was with friends who were haplessly searching Sheepshead Bay.

He turned and froze like a statue in his chair, his mouth hanging haplessly open.

She is bitter, says their mother, haplessly refereeing the conflict between her turbulent daughters.

A beginner can learn to return shots instead of staring haplessly as the balls sail past.

A small country, caught haplessly in the crossfire between great powers, will remain the ultimate victim long after the giants go on to other interests.

The Bureau had lost him and haplessly chased him for two years until he was undone by another agency.

Jaric would go, or be driven haplessly as a leaf in the gales of autumn.

The story ends as the jilted man, still on the phone, haplessly asks her, "Where am I supposed to go?"

And, if you accept the terms of the movie, he's an isolated sufferer, haplessly driven, mainly hurting himself.

As played by the young Lee Remick, the wife is almost haplessly flirtatious.

Keshavan Nair is an honest simpleton haplessly in love with her.

Torre will surely go back to Soriano, who struck out haplessly as a pinch-hitter last night.

Jon van Don ran to intercept the monster and haplessly blocked its way as it fled toward the road.

Its haplessly melodramatic score seemed to have been force-fed pointless musical complexities.