I didn't have to think up so much as a comma or a semicolon; it was all given, straight from the celestial recording room. Weary, I would beg for a break, an intermission, time enough, let's say, to go to the toilet or take a breath of fresh air on the balcony. Nothing doing!
Henry Miller (1891–1980), U.S. author. "A Fortune in Francs," pt. 2, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymous Bosch (1957).
On the composition of Tropic of Capricorn. Miller added, "How could I possibly imagine then that some few years later a judicial triumvirate, eager to prove me a sinner, would accuse me of having written such passages 'for gain'?..."