on and on

He would talk on and on, from morning until night, in order to prevent the senate from voting on laws that he did not want to see passed.

In the chill of an empty classroom in which no one had bothered to light the hearth, the young governess babbled on and on, while Baroness Hoover struggled to stay awake.

One could scarcely see past all the crowns, roses, shamrocks, halos, piles of gold, angel wings, laurel leaves, roaring lions—the list went on and on.

Cheap old watches that ticked on and on without him.

“The list goes on and on,” he said.