Excerpt for detailed analysis of syntactical stylistic devices

1. I may live five years or five minutes. Arteries wrong, heart wrong, kidneys wrong. Exactly.

2. … their owners went away, after many remarks how they had never spent such a delightful evening, and how they marvelled to find it so late and how they wished that Mr. and Mrs. Kenwigs had a wedding-day once a week, and how they wondered by what hidden agency Mrs. Kenwigs could possibly have managed so well.

3. Badgworthy was in seventh heaven. A murder! At Chimneys! Inspector Badgworthy in charge of the case. The police have a clue. Sensational arrest. Promotion and Kudos for the aforementioned Inspector.

4. “Give me an example,” I said quietly. “Of something that means something. In your opinion.”

5. I see what you mean. And I want the money. Must have it.

6. “Sit down, you dancing, prancing, shambling, scrambling fool parrot! Sit down!”

7. His forehead was narrow, his face wide, his head large, and his nose all on one side.

8. He came to us, you see, about three months ago. A skilled and experienced waiter. Has given complete satisfaction. He has been in England about five years.

9. She merely looked at him weakly. The wonder of him! The beauty of love! Her desire toward him!

10. “Honestly. I don’t feel anything. Except ashamed.”

“Please. Are you sure? Tell me the truth. You might have been killed.”

“But I wasn’t. And thank you.. For saving my life. You’re wonderful. Unique. I love you.”

11. A solemn silence: Mr. Pickwick humorous, the old lady serious, the fat gentleman cautious and Mr. Miller timorous.

12. She stopped, and seemed to catch the distant sound of knocking. Abandoning the traveller, she hurried towards the parlour, in the passage she assuredly did hear knocking, angry and impatient knocking, the knocking of someone who thinks he has knocked too long.

13. I am proud of this free and happy country. My form dilates, my eye glistens, my breast heaves, my heart swells, my bosom burns, when I call to mind her greatness and her glory.

14. An Englishman, needing a pair of striped trousers in a hurry for the New Year festivities, goes to his tailor who takes his measurements.

“That’s the lot. Come back in four days, I’ll have it ready.” Good. Four days later.

“So sorry, come back in a week, I’ve made a mess of the seat.” Good, That’s all right, a neat seat can be very ticklish. A week later. “Frightfully sorry, come back in ten days, I’ve made a hash of the crutch.” Good, can’t be helped, a snug crutch is always a teaser. Ten days later. “Dreadfully sorry, come back in a fortnight. I’ve made a balls of the fly.” Good, at a pinch, a smart fly is a good proposition... Well, to make it short, the bluebells are blowing and he ballockses the buttonholes. “God damn you to hell, Sir, it’s indecent, there are limits! In six days do you hear me, six days, God made the world. Yes, Sir, no less, Sir, the world! And you are not bloody well capable of making me a pair of trousers in three, months!”

“But my dear Sir, my dear Sir, took — (disgustedly) — at the world (pause) — and look — (loving gesture, proudly) — at rny trousers!”