He fell into one of his dreadful passions.
We had to buy him another wig.

His passions were so expensive: my mother used to say, 'There goes our poor dinner out of the window!' But, well! he went to get employment now.

He can, always, when he pleases; for such a touch on the violin as my father has, you never heard.

You feel yourself from top to toe, when my father plays.

I feel as if I breathed music like air.