And

And: the link
a door between worlds
the inclusive
state of being

A most pleasing conjunction.

One can't do much in the face of 'and' but sit and wait for the next thing.

No smoking in bed -
and no sleeping in ashtrays.

And suddenly there was only silence. She looked at him, not having anything to say while he hopelessly drowned in her.

tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow.

And who? Would it be you? Would it be me? Would we be in the future or in the past? Would we be now? And than what? And where?

And now that I have carried this history so far in my own character and introduced these personages to the reader, I shall for the convenience of the narrative detach myself from its further course, and leave those who have prominent and necessary parts in it to speak and act for themselves.

'And what made you ask it of me? Suppose I should tell you wrong?'

purple and green and pink and blue and yellow and aqua and orange and maroon and lime all make.....brown!

'And' is a many splendored conjunction, isn't it ?

...and I see no way out. At least not now.

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!

---Edgar Allan Poe, »The Raven«
(the eighteenth and final stanza)