auf wiedlersehen berlin
“if only we hadn’t this heat, this dog-day weather coming so early. air, gentlemen, air. your beautiful berlin, (which, so they tell me, grows more beautiful all the time, at least those who know no better say so), your beautiful berlin has everything but air. and with these words he threw open the big window sash, and sat so that he had the large middle opening directly opposite him. the lobster had not yet come, but the chablis was already on the table.”
theodor fontane (1819–1898). trials and tribulations.