Back in 1913, the year before World War One began, Rudolph Hausler, a twenty-year old gay man, moved with his male lover, Ady, from Vienna’s Meldemannstrasse Men’s Home to Munich, Germany. Five years his senior, Ady was pale, thin, of average height, and had soft, shoulder-length, light-brown hair that fell over his left brow, but Ady’s most outstanding feature, the one compensating for his long nose, were those large, hypnotic blue eyes. Ady, Rudolf’s cultural mentor, took him to concerts and museums, exposing him to fine art, along with the music of German/ Austrian composers, Mozart, Bach, Brahms, Schubert, Beethoven, and above all Richard Wagner. Whereas Rudolf was enamored of Ady, others thought he was an argumentative bohemian with intellectual pretensions. Ady and Rudolf shared an inexpensive flat above a tailor shop in Munich’s Shebang district, a haven for bohemians, many of them gay; and those others wanting to live free from the constraints of more conventional places. Rudolf at first found the set-up a romantic fantasy come true, but with time things soured. To begin, the loquacious Ady’s opinions were immutable, making conversations one-sided lectures, and should Rudolf have the temerity to argue a point, the lecturer would respond with a tongue lashing, his attitude being, How dare you not see the brilliance of my ideas! Even inconsequential differences of opinion could send Ady into a tirade.