"Rather like one who, delighting in a divine distraction or sunken in the seas of his own soul, in whose ear the clock has just thundered with all its force its twelve strokes of noon, suddenly wakes up, and asks himself,"What has in point of fact just struck?" so do we at times rub afterwards, as it were, our puzzled ears, and ask in complete astonishment and complete embarrassment, "Through what have we in point of fact just lived?" further,"Who are we in point of fact?" and count, after they have struck, as I have explained, all the twelve throbbing beats of the clock of our experience, of our life, oh our being --ah!-- and count wrong in the endeavour."
–Friedrich Nietzche, The Genealogy of Morals (1913): p. 1 (Dover Thrift eds. 1968)(HBS transl.)


i like longer sentences because i like longer conversations.