It was Mrs. Campbell, for instance, who, on a celebrated occasion, threw her companion into a flurry by describing her recent marriage as "the deep, deep peace of the double-bed after the hurly-burly of the chaise-longue."
All the things I really like to do are either illegal, immoral, or fattening.
The scenery in the play was beautiful, but the actors got in front of it.
His huff arrived and he departed in it.
Reading Proust is like bathing in someone else's dirty water.
A hick town is one where there is no place to go where you shouldn't go.