Gustav Mahler is all over Vienna and it was all over him.  He knew the most prominent thinkers of his generation—composers, artists, philosophers, from Wagner to Schopenhauer. His life and his music blended seamlessly—his music was his canvas, his music was Vienna, Vienna was his canvas. And part of that life meant that he, and his wife Alma, were crushing lovelorn souls all over the city.  She even had a guy make a life-sized doll of her. Mahler's a good looking guy, sure, but I'll never understand why Alma didn't go with a guy that made a Real Girl of her...