Chatting with my ancien partisan literaire Dick Kalich, most recently of CHARLEY P. fame , http://www.dickkalich.com/

the other day, he said that Handke appeared to be the love of my life, but I was forced to correct him. I said not Handke was the love of my life, but my incomparably beautiful and courageous mother Alexandra von Alvensleben was; but Handke to the extent that the love of his incredibly far less fortunate mother flows through us, in such converted fashion as literary works are, to me and to us; in other respects, I have rather grave reservations about the Graf von und zu Griffen.

Thanks to

Lothar Struck

for the yeoman's deed of scraping a lot of rust from my descripit German.