Whenever Narcissus turned his gleaming spokes along some mapped, but none the less mysterious, countyroad, he thought of Lohengrin in his barge drawn by white swans to his mystic tryst; he thought of the seven-leagued boots, the flying carpet, the wishing-cap, and the wooden Pegasus,so called because it mounted into the clouds on the turning of a peg.

Marriage of Else and Lohengrin at, 203.

I'm simply telling you Phil Lambert is the man that ought to marry her, and if he doesn't get on to the job almighty quick that pop-eyed simpleton over there will be prancing down the aisle to Lohengrin with Carlotta before Christmas, and the jig will be up.