On the Monte Generoso a lady who sat next me at the table-d’hôte was
complaining of a man in the hotel. She said he was a nuisance because he
practised on the violin. I excused him by saying that I supposed some
one had warned him to fly from the wrath to come, meaning that he had
conceptions of an ideal world and was trying to get into it. (I heard a
man say something like this many years ago and it stuck by me.)