The scenery in the play was beautiful, but the actors got in front of it.
All the things I really like to do are either illegal, immoral, or fattening.
Nothing risque, nothing gained.
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."
His huff arrived and he departed in it.
The English have an extraordinary ability for flying into a great calm.