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.
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.