You'll spend the mornings in the galleries, and the afternoons and evenings at the opera.

O Lord, Munich!" He came across from the other side of the carriage and sat next Michael, putting his feet up on the seat opposite.
"Talk of Munich," he said.

"I was born in Munich, and I happen to know that it's the heavenly Jerusalem, neither more nor less." "Well, the heavenly Jerusalem is practically next door to Baireuth," said Michael.
"I know; but it can't be managed.

However, there's a week of unalloyed bliss between me now and the desolation of London in August.

What is so maddening is to think of all the people who could go to Munich and don't." Michael held debate within himself.