Once for her it was all books and art.  Long talks about the rights of women and workers.  The poems of Rilke.  To be clear she wasn’t oblivious to the nationalism of the day.  I’d hazard merely blasé about it.  Would you believe in my younger days she imagined me marrying a British soldier of all things, even had her eyes on a particular one for me, a chap from Sussex who was handsome as I recall despite a mild...