Tristan and Isolde were lucky to die when they did. They'd have been sick of all that rubbish in a year. - Robertson Davies
The prelude to Tristan and Isolde sounded as if a bomb had fallen into a large music factory and had thrown all the notes into confusion.
The prelude to Tristan and Isolde reminds me of the Italian painting of the martyr whose intestines are slowly being unwound from his body on a reel.