and philip, whom the idea of Italy always intoxicated, had started again, telling her of the supreme moments of her coming journey - the campanile of Airolo, which would burst on her when she emerged from the St Gotthard tunnel, presage the future ; the view of Ticino and Lago Maggiore as the train climbed the slopes of Monte Ceneri; The view of Lugano , The view of Como - Italy gathering thick around her now - the arrival at her first resting place, when , after long driving through dark and dirty streets , she should at last behold