It was the coldest house you ever saw in your life.

When the audience did applaud, it sounded like an ice-man chopping up ice with a small pick.
Several times I looked up at the galleries to see if there were not icicles growing on them, it was so cold.

Well, I did the best could with the part, and next morning watched curiously for the criticisms." "Favorable ?" asked the Doctor.
"They all dismissed me with a line," said the dramatist.

"Said my conception of the part was not Shakespearian.

And that's criticism!" "No," said the shade of Emerson, which had strolled in while Shakespeare was talking, "that isn't criticism; that's Boston." "Who discovered Boston, anyhow ?" asked Doctor Johnson.