One moment you are in danger of being too cold, and the next minute the perspiration stands on your forehead, and you are oppressed with a moist heat.

Like the prophet, when it blows a real sirocco you feel as if you were poured out like water, and all your bones were out of joint.
Foreigners do not feel it until they have lived with us a few years, but Romans are like dead men when the wind is in that quarter.
I went to the maestro's house and sat for two hours listening to the singing.

Nino sang very creditably, I thought, but I allow that I was not as attentive as I might have been, for I was chilled and uncomfortable.

Nevertheless, I tried to be very appreciative, and I complimented the boy on the great progress he had made.

When I thought of it, it struck me that I had never heard anybody sing like that before; but still there was something lacking; I thought it sounded a little unreal, and I said to myself that he would get admiration, but never any sympathy.