These pains appeared to flash along well-defined lines of ramification and to beat with an inconceivably rapid periodicity. They
seemed like streams of pulsating fire heating him to an intolerable temperature. As to his head, he was conscious of nothing but a feeling of fullness—of congestion. These sensations were unaccompanied by thought. The intellectual part of his nature was already effaced; he had power only to feel, and feeling was torment. He was conscious of motion. Encompassed in a luminous cloud, of which he was now merely the fiery heart, without material substance, he swung through unthinkable arcs of oscillation, like a vast pendulum. Then all at once, with terrible suddenness, the light about him shot upward with the noise of a loud splash; a frightful roaring was in his ears, and all was cold and dark. The power of thought was restored; he knew that the rope had broken and he had fallen into the stream. The language and the pace of the narration in the excerpt
They are slow, focused on the inner sensations and psychological struggles in the mind of this character. The pace is slow, as there is no action happening. The plot doesn't move forward. But still, the style is dynamic, as the reader gets to experience the character's emotions, and to understand why and what he feels or doesn't feel.
While Shakespeare<span> was alive, many of his greatest </span>plays were performed<span> by the Lord Chamberlain's Men and King's Men acting companies at the Globe and Blackfriars </span>Theatres<span>.</span>
