There was the fuzzy relationship to language, the tendency to seize on a drifting fragment of something once heard and repeat it, not quite get it right, worry it like a bone.
As the piece proceeds, the declamation becomes more continuous and arrives at something like a fragment of a nursery tune, which the saint-singer cannot get out of her head.
He told me that one cluster, on his tricep, was a deconstructed shrimp cocktail it included small crustaceans, a Martini glass, and something that resembled a fragment of lemon.
Philip Roth was doing something quite traditional when he placed a fragment of Sophocles's Oedipus Rex at the head of his modern story of retribution, The Human Stain.
That something need not be self-created, like a series; it could be something already existing, like a folksong or a fragment of Schubert.
Your mind might then produce a fragment – an image of something bad happening.
Forgive a fragment of autobiography.
A fragment of a transistor radio.
A fragment of the axle has survived.
We have reclaimed a fragment of asylum.
