[Sometimes you end up with five paragraphs consisting of elegant scenery porn and an elegant speech describing the thoughts and feelings of a person, all of which is filled with vague references to something important like...the Iliad, maybe, or...Shakespeare, that old mainstay in the English language. Sometimes, things verge purple in terms of the prose. Eyes are not eyes, they're occulars. Or...the sky isn't blue, it's sapphire. Or something esoteric like that. Something evocative and nuanced.
And sometimes what you just heard was such that all you get is this:
no subject
And sometimes what you just heard was such that all you get is this:
A stare. A pause.]
What did you just say?
[And that.
He couldn't have heard right.]