I'm copyediting a book manuscript about Edward, Duke of Windsor, who supposedly abdicated the British throne because he wanted to marry Wallis Simpson, an American divorcee--which was a no-no at the time. Actually, according to the book, there was a lot more to it than that. The British government forced him to abdicate not because Wallis but because of his fascist sympathies--he was allegedly a fan of Adolph Hitler and thought Britain should go fascist in order to ward off the communist threat. All very interesting, but what strikes me is how isolated, mentally, Edward was. It seems that when you grow up with that much privilege--with everyone "yesing" you and obeying your every whim--it's difficult to live in the real world. Instead you live in a kind of dream or alternate universe in which everything apparently revolves around you--until you finally go too far and bump into the brick wall of reality. At least I'll never have that problem . . . .