ON MOST Saturdays in summer, Anthony Perrotta awakens to the clatter of breakfast dishes, the slamming of screen doors and the ceaseless chatter coming from the first floor of his four-bedroom 1920's stucco home overlooking Sunset Lake.
They gleefully pummel the overdog Yankees as my friends and I alternate between staring anxiously at a ceaseless drip of water coming through the concrete above and wistfully down at empty, dry corporate box seats below.
That ceaseless scratching, clapping and clicking coming from a warehouse here, just inland from Long Beach Island, is the sound of the Jersey Shore's unofficial pet -- the hermit crab.
Five hundred years before the coming of Jesus, the ceaseless harassment and lightening strikes of the nomadic Scythians blunted the best efforts by King Darius I of Persia to subdue them.
Hundreds of monkeys in Costa Rica starved to death, or succumbed to illness, when ceaseless winter rains kept them from coming down from their trees to forage.
But maybe now, in the wake of this apparently politically motivated shooting, the ceaseless drumbeat by Trump critics over the supposed coming fascism in America, along with celebrations of tyrannicide (fake severed heads held up by comedians; theater companies acting out bloody executions), can be toned down a bit.
From the same generation that elevated parenting into a science -- complete with instruction manuals, training classes and specialized equipment -- came a ceaseless barrage of canine management techniques.
"Why the same year after year?" asked the Rev Richard Coles on Radio 4's An Alternative Christmas, also despairing at the state of seasonal music, though his exasperation lay in the ceaseless renditions of "Oh Come, All Ye Faithful" that come around "as reliably as the winter vomiting bug".
Lifting her voice at the jolt of a wake-up bell to welcome -- or to dare -- the coming of "another heavenly day," Ms. Parsons's Winnie is informed by resignation, luminous acceptance and ceaseless expectancy.
With the coming of her new film, "Money Monster," Ms. Foster talks about privacy, the desperation to communicate and her ceaseless self-examination.
Evening was coming on as we pulled into Wuxi; through the window we could see the bright lights of the skyscrapers, and the ceaseless traffic on the Grand Canal.
