I go to Rome for Easter (Grand Hotel) to avoid the horrors of the English liturgy. - Evelyn Waugh

The fortnight at Venice passed quickly and sweetly — perhaps too sweetly; I was drowning in honey, stingless.

So you never got to wherever it was. Weren't you terribly disappointed, Sebastian? — Julia Flyte

What's this place called?' He told me and, on the instant, it was as though someone had switched off the wireless, and a voice that had been bawling in my ears, incessently, fatuously for days beyond number, had suddenly been cut short; an immense silence followed, empty at first, but gradually, as my outraged sense regained authority, full of a multitude of sweet and natural and long forgotten sounds: for he had spoken a name so familiar to me, a conjuror's name of such ancient power, that, at its mere sound, the phantoms of those haunted late years began to take flight.