In Edinburgh one night last week, a stocky, square-faced woman with a fiery glint in her eye strode determinedly into a performance of Sydney Goodsir Smith's The Wallace, one of the highlights of the Scottish capital's annual festival of music and drama. As the tale of Sir William Wallace's† wars with England ended and the orchestra broke into God Save the Queen, Scottish Nationalist Wendy Wood, 66. stayed in her seat and hissed. Then, while tweedy Englishmen and their sensibly shod wives, stared in amazement, Wendy led a scattering of supporters in a ragged rendition of Scotland's own unofficial...
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