Asyndeton

And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -

In a village of La Mancha, the name of which I have no desire to call to mind, there lived not long since one of those gentlemen that keep a lance in the lance-rack, an old buckler, a lean hack, and a greyhound for coursing.

by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

I wandered lonely as a cloud

I have, alas, studied philosophy,

that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay before me.

Stand in the desert...Near them, on the sand,

My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,

A throng of bearded men, in sad-colored garments and gray, steeple-crowned hats, intermixed with women, some wearing hoods, and others bareheaded, was assembled in front of a wooden edifice, the door of which was …

Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long precisely—having little or no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world.

Fifteen men on the dead man's chest—Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum! Drink and the devil had done for the rest—Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!

Out of the night that covers me,

"Justice" was done, and the President of the Immortals, in Aeschylean phrase, had ended his sport with Tess.

The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation.

He was sounding the deeps of his nature, and of the parts of his nature that were deeper than he, going back into the womb of Time.

As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed

She had been walking for some time before she realized what it was that had happened. The streets were empty, the houses shut up, and she was alone.

April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring

before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter—tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther... And one fine morning—

out for her. The doors would be taken off their hinges; Rumpelmayer's men were coming.

to. He profiled directly in front of the bull, drew the sword out of the folds of the muleta and sighted along the blade.

were coming toward where the flag was and I went along the fence. Luster was hunting in the grass by the flower tree.

For others they sail forever on the horizon, never out of sight, never landing until the Watcher

moved, ants and ant lions to set traps for them, grasshoppers to jump into the air and flick their yellow wings for a second, sow bugs like little armadillos, plodding