“He fumed like a bottled storm.”
“By that time he had pushed the bottle so long and so freely, that its fumes had taken possession of every brain to such a degree, that they held Dame Reason rather at the staff's end, overbearing all her counsels and expostulations.”
“He was like a bottle and music was the wine.... She liked to be near him when it poured.”
“He felt like a bottle that is being slowly filled with warm, dirty warter.”
“History of the world is the biography of the great man. And I said: The great man always act like a thunder. He storms the skies, while others are waiting to be stormed.”
“Foul and magical fumes bubbled out of the kettle, like the flatulence of a dragon on a demon-only diet.”