I knew Dalma in Kalamazoo, 45 years ago. She had a cat that she adored named Keppler. Keppler was a gorgeous female. Dalma visited my parents home in rural Michigan often, and would always bring Kepler along. Much to Dalma's delight, Kepler insisted on spending the summer nights roaming the woods. Dalma was tickled that such a beautiful, aristocratic looking cat, had such earthy tastes.
She also introduced me to the writings of Peter Handke, and this was 40 years before he won a Nobel prize.
What I remember chiefly about Dalma was that she loved to think. It was her pastime. Some people drink wine, play golf or do crosswords to relax. Dalma would start a conversation and dig into an idea or a problem.