small as a virtue and a vice

you are small, aren’t you, the man said for he was big.
that sums it up, said breadroll, what are we going to do about it. i certainly won’t be able to do anything whatsoever, that’s for sure i swear to god, if you know what i mean.
i can see where you are coming from, the man said, and that’s just your luck.

the smallest unit of meaning

presenter looks deranged, derailed and crooked
q: a fat man, very large, ended up sitting beside me this morning on the train.
interupting a: a fat woman by any chance?
q: no, certainly a fat man.
a: what a shame.
meanwhile outside:
a shame indeed, ladies and gentlemen, said breadroll, we missed her by a syllable.

not the smallest unit of meaning

herr brekst sat on a chair, and so did sponge; breadroll and block of wood were nowhere to be seen. neutral location. deserted.
herr brekst did not say a word (including: morpheme, phoneme), nor did sponge; breadroll and block of wood were nowhere to be heard.  silence. no coughing. void of clocks.
the previous sentences are quite similiar in structure. we would continue to defy diversity if it was not for this episode to be over.

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