What else can I write about this place? O Lord, water, weather, and whist—that is everything. . . . My cure has taken on a new phase—my whole skin is feverish and irritable; it is as if it would break out like a rash all over me. But I must put up with it. I learn more and more that the only reasonable thing in the long run is to do everything for one's health . . . soon I'll be itching to work and get going again.
Source: Letters of Richard Wagner: The Burrell Collection, ed. John N. Burk (Macmillan, 1950), No. 109