At this book's inception, when we came to, we found ourselves already traipsing around Penrose steps, already reactively enclosed in an unceasing loop.

“Hannah! Hannah!” exclaimed her mother; “I told you not to go near that tree! Get your flowers quick, if you must get them, and come away.” Hannah went on gathering the flowers at her leisure. “You will certainly get stung,” said her mother.

the series of vocular exclamations

He described the thug as a very ugly and wicked-looking man, with a face that would stop a clock.