I find that some paragraphs need shattering.
A case in point is this one from William Faulkner's The Bear in which he writes of the little bear-hunting terrier named Lion, the chief protagonist of the story.
The words are all Faulkner, but the carriage returns are my own.
Apologies if the addition of space to the text is an irritation, but this is such an intricate piece of work done in such dense rhetorical wood, that I fear the good bits may get lost if presented too quickly as a whole.
..[A]nd a little dog,.
nameless and mongrel and many-fathered,
yet weighing less than six pounds,
who couldn't be dangerous
because there was nothing anywhere much smaller,
because that would have been called just noise,
because it was already too near the ground to genuflect,
and not proud
because it would not have been close enough
for anyone to discern what was casting that shadow,
and which didn't even know it was not going to heaven
since they had already decided it had no immortal soul,
so that all it could be was brave
even though they would probably call that too