Alma Mahler was a witty socialite with an appetite for sex and an eye for talent. By early adulthood, she had become a prolific composer. More than anything, she aspired to be Great, with a capital G. But Alma’s claim to fame, so eloquently outlined in her obituaries, is the long list of geniuses with whom she went to bed. More often than not, this is attributed to a supernatural power to which all men fell prey. Tom Lehrer’s “comedic” song hammers home the point:
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