There is a great joy in compacting as much meaning as possible in a given sentence or paragraph, as well as connecting words and phrases together which sound beautiful and which flow beautifully and rhythmically. This is sometimes known as eloquence.
A good example of this can be found in the writings of David Foster Wallace, who being an avid admirer of the fluid, graceful acts of the virtuoso tennis player, demonstrated a similar love of diverse and beautiful sounding words, and flowing rhythms. Perhaps there is an analogue there.
Sometimes this joy turns a little too far inward, and the dance of words begins to obscure clearer meaning itself, but then oftentimes this joy brings out writings that are a pleasure to read.
