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Mass demonstration of protest in Munich on 
August 11, 1922....

I was close enough to see Hitler's face, watch 
every change in his expression, hear every word 
he said.

When the man stepped forward on the platform.... 
he stood silent for a moment. The [sic] he began to 
speak, quietly and ingratiatingly at first. Before 
long his voice had risen to a hoarse shriek that 
gave an extraordibary [sic] effect of an intensity 
of feeling. There were many high-pitched rasping 
notes - Reventlow had told me that his throat had 
been affected by war gas - but despite its strident 
tone, his diction had a distinctly Austrian turn....

Critically I studied this slight, pale man, his brown 
hair parted on one side and falling again and again 
over his sweating brow. Threatening and beseeching, 
with small, pleading hands and flaming, steel-blue 
eyes, he had the look of a fanatic.

Presently my critical faculty was swept away. 
Leaning from the tribune as if he were trying to 
impel his inner self into the consciousness of all 
these thousands, he was holding the masses and 
me with them, under a hypnotic spell.... It was 
clear that Hitler was feeling the exaltation of 
the emotional response now surging up towards 
him... His voice rising to passionate climaxes...
... His words were like a scourge...

pp. 11/12/13; Ludecke, I knew Hitler

... He seemed another Luther. I forgot everything 
but the man...

p. 14; Ludecke, I knew H.

Again, his power was inescapable....Again I had 
the sensation of surrendering my being to his 
leadership. When he stopped speaking, his chest 
still heaving with emotion...
p. 15, Ludecke, I knew H.

Count Reventlow introduced me to Hitler, still 
perspiring, disheveled in his dirty trench-coat, 
his hair plastered against his brow, his face pale, 
his nostrils distended... Everything dwelt behind 
his eyes....
p. 15, Ludecke, I knew H.

Hitler listened closely, studdying [sic] me keenly, 
now and then rising from his chair and pacing the 
floor. I was im-

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Hitler listened closely, studdying [sic] me keenly, 
now and then rising from his chair and pacing the 
floor. I was impressed again by his obvious indifference 
to his personal appearance; but again I saw that the 
whole man was concentrated in his eyes, his clear, 
straight-forward, domineering, bright blue eyes.

p. 16, Ludecke, I knew H.

This last defect was a logical outgrowth of a 
quality in him that some of us were soon to 
deplore: his "Schlamperei" - a sloppiness that 
we called Austrian.

p. 44  Ludecke, I knew H.

(About September 20, 1922)
Hitler was at the cross-roads. He had tried to 
work with others and had been betrayed.
... he began to rave.

"I was ready - my men were ready!" he cried, 
spreading his arms in a wide gesture and letting 
them fall despairingly to his sides. Then his eyes 
"I have learned," he said. "From now on I go my way 
alone. Resolutely alone...."

p. 56,  Ludecke, I knew Hitler

I believe that this failure also altered his inner 
regard for the "great" people toward whom  he 
had previously shown a certain deference and 
humility. But his demeanor did not change. He 
had found that it worked to be naif [sic] and 
simple in a salon, to assume shyness. It was 
a useful pose....
p. 56,  Ludecke, I knew H.

Even on rodinary [sic] days in those times, it 
was almost impossible to keep Hitler concentrated 
on one point. His quick mind would run away with 
the talk, or his attention would be distracted by 
the sudden discovery of a newspaper and he would 
stop to read it avidly, or he would interrupt your 
carefully prepared report with a long speech as 
though you were an audience, emphasizing his 
periods with the butt of his old dog-whip.
p. 58,  Ludecke, I knew H.

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But Dolores, who understood not one word of 
German, was only a slight figure with an 
absurd moustache, who waved his arms and 
After the meeting we drove Hitler to his home. 
The fire-eater of the platform sat modest and 
exhausted in the corner of the car....Hitler 
succeeded no better than I in making a Nazi 
of Dolores... she definitely disliked him....
p. 66,  Ludecke, I knew H.

Hitler knew absolutely nothing about the Italian 
situation - the real situation, as distinct from 
what the papers printed. It was easy to convert 
him to my opinion....
...Hitler's face hardened into aloofness for a 
moment; he had got the point. He was then ... 
isolated to some degree from the minds of Europe 
because he knows no language other than his own, 
an ignorance which puts at a disadvantage in 
formulating foreign policy.
p. 77,  Ludecke, I knew Hitler

All through the conference (with Poehner) 
Hitler sat in his cheap raincoat, wearing 
impossible shoes, his felt hat crushed shapeless 
in his hands. Talking in his softest voice, with 
his slurring Austrian accent, he seemed anything 
but the fire-eater of the platform. His mien was 
almost humble; but he was not dissimulating....
p. 81,  Ludecke, I knew Hitler

Hitler's intimates... regarded him with veneration 
and respect. I shared their feeling and coupled it 
with a deep personal affection.
p. 81,  Ludecke, I knew H.

In spite of the simplicity, almost austerity, of his 
private life, his personality is by no means uncomplicated....
Artistic and retiring by nature, ... There were times 
when he gave an impression of unhappiness, of 
loneliness and inward searching... But in a moment, 
he would turn again to whatever frenzied task.... 
with the swift command of a man born for action. 
Outsode [sic] the political field his inclinations were 
all toward art; ....
p. 91,  Ludecke, I knew H.

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...Hitler's associates were for the most part simple 
souls... Night after night he sat in their little homes 
or in the simpler cafes of Munich, expounding his 
doctrines. His listeners adored him. The fact that 
he was one of them, not a man from above, sealed 
their devotion.... They felt no social embarrassment 
before him, because he, like themselves, was without 
social graces... they were hypnotized with wonder 
and hope....
The fact that he was always the center of a spellbound 
audience explains why for many years Hitler was unable 
to listen to anyone or carry on a normal conversation. 
In his circle, Hitler alone talked... There he aired his 
ideas and practiced his speeches, thinking aloud... his 
character became set in a mold of intellectual isolation 
which became one of his weaknesses....
p. 92,  Ludecke, I knew H.

...the goldsmith, Gahr, Oscar Koerner, a little merchant... 
Hitler... seemed perfectly at home with both these 
types, and showed the best of humor.

I have happy memories of evenings passed with Hitler.... 
in a Weinstube in the Barerstrasse,.. or in the 
"Bratwurst-Gloeckle", when Hitler's asceticism did 
not yet stand in the way of his accepting a glass of 
beer or wine.... Hitler liked to me amused, to laugh, 
and showed his utter contentment by slapping his knees.
p. 93,  Ludecke, I knew H.
"Putzi" became Hitler's toady-in-chief; the leader 
seemed to find it easy to relax in the presence of the ... 
elaborately amusing recruit.

... He seemed to feel at ease with Hanfstanegl's pretty 
wife and handsome children. Putzi played Wagner 
beautifully, and Hitler, who loved music, ranked 
Wagner among the demi-gods.
p. 95,  Ludecke, I knew H.
...Hanfstaengl made himself a sort of social-secretary 
to Hitler, zealous in introducing him to hostesses. 
Hitler still had an air of shyness in the presence of 
those who had wealth or social authority. But his very 
naivete in social matters tempted the salons to lionize 
p. 95,  Ludecke, I knew H.

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... I can still see Frau Bruckmann's eyes shining as 
she described Hitler's truly touching dismay before 
an artichoke.
"But madam," he had said in his softest voice, "you 
must tell me how to eat this thing. I never saw one before."
In those days, that naivete was sincere and genuine.

Indeed, it was a little too genuine. Hitler loved 
beauty and appreciated good taste, but it never 
occurred to him to consider himself as an object 
that people might examine with curious eyes. In 
[sic] soon gave up my futile efforts to induce him 
to give more heed to his person and dress, though it 
might have been advantageous for the leader of the 
Party to appear less like a refugee. He clung to his 
shapeless trench coat and clumsy shoes. His hair 
still fell over his eyes at every vehement gesture 
during his speeches. He continued to eat in a hurry, 
some messy stuff or other, while he ran from place 
to place. If you succeeded in making him stand still 
long enough to confer on an important matter, he 
would take out of his pocket a piece of greasy sausage 
and a slice of bread, and bolt them while he talked. 
The only improvement I was able to persuade him to, 
was to give up his ugly and uncomfortable hard collars 
for more suitable soft ones. He would never my 
suggestion [sic], but simply ignore them.
...Hitler had this typical Austrian "Schlamperei", ... he 
suffered from an all-embracing disorderliness. Naturally, 
this grew less in time; but at the beginning it was apparent 
in everything.
It showed even in his disregard for his personal 
p. 96, Ludecke, I knew H.

....laughing he said he was doing all he reasonably 
could to guard himself. He was, to be sure, secretive 
in his movements, and made a point of never being 
photographed; the first picture ever to be published 
did not appear until about a year later. And he was 
never without an automatic pistol which made his hip 
bulge as though with some deformity.
p. 97, Ludecke, I knew H.

Hitler was always on the go but rarely on time, and 
we were always asking each other: "What in hell is 
he doing?" All the clerical work was discharged by 
others, but his attitude shaped theirs...
p. 97, Ludecke, I knew H.

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Only one thing was managed marvelously from the 
beginning - the propaganda, Hitler's personal hobby 
and perhaps his strongest point. He had a matchless 
instinct for taking advantage of every breeze to 
raise a political whirlwind. No official scandal was 
so petty that he could not magnify it into high 
treason; he could ferret out the most deviously 
ramified corruption in high places and plaster the 
town with the bad news.....

p. 97, Ludecke, I knew H.

By this time he had evolved a regular system for 

First, if possible, he would crystallize his thoughts 
and perhaps shape his phrases while talking to a small 
group of followers. This was not always necessary, 

... before Hitler invaded virgin territory, he was 
always preceded by an orator to prepare the people 
and warm them up to the proper pitch. He would have 
been dismayed and mortified ... and certainly disgruntled... 
if an address of his had failed to rouse the audience....
pp. 97/98, Ludecke, I knew H.

The troop had a jovial German Christmas (1922).... 
To Hitler I gave an etching of Frederick the Great, 
which seemed to please him. I had intended giving 
him a warm blanket, because I remembered that 
when the nights grew cold on the trip to Coburg, 
he had wrapped himself in a tattered old covering 
which obviously the retirement age. But when I 
offered him a new one for Christmas, he refused it, 
saying he could not part from the one that was 
his shelter all through the war. If there was an 
object-lesson in that for me, I saw none....
pp. 104/105; Ludecke, I knew H. night early in January )1923), Hitler visited 
me in my apartment. I took him into the studio, an 
immense room with skylights, comfortable furnished....
"Schoen, das is sehr schoen!" he exclaimed, walking 
around. Exactly what I've always wanted to have. 
I love this place." ...
He was amused by the dogs....
p. 108, Ludecke, I knew H.

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As we were sipping coffee, Hitler's eyes fell upon 
some copies of the Popolo d"Italia, the London Times, 
and Le Temps... He scanned these foreign papers eagerly, 
although he could read nothing but German; I drew his 
attention to several editorials, translating as I read; 
but he seemed impressed chiefly by the size of The 
Times and the make-up of Mussolini's sheet. Quite 
possibly ever seen them before.
p. 106, Ludecke, I knew H.

...I had already witnessed his tactic of arming himself 
with an impregnable air of aloofness, when he did not 
like a topic....
p. 107, Ludecke, I knew H.

"Oh! Goering!" Hitler exclaimed, laughing and slapping his 
knee with satisfaction. "Splendid, a war ace with the 
Pour le Merite - Imagine it! Excellent propaganda! 
Moreover, he has money and costs me not a cent. 
That's very improtant [sic], you know."
p. 131. Ludecke, I knew H.

Nowadays... Hitler has frozen his features into a 
series of false-faces, some smiling, others frowning, 
this one benign, the next one grim. Even among  
intimates he often assumes something of a poker 
face....I scan the rotogravures in vain for a glimpse 
of his old-time open countenance.

On this night in Linz, he was still enough of a 
nobody to be himself. His face was vividly 
expressive. Each shade of feeling or thought 
was instantly reflected there, an entertaining 
study, because his mind is kaleidoscopic. He 
loves nothing so much as to pour out his 
knowledge and opinions into a friendly ear.... 
I remember times when his words came close 
to poetry. His mind is certainly furnished with 
more ideas about more subjects than most 
political men can claim, and in private speech 
he is often gifted with beauty of language. Even 
at this period he was referring nearly everything, 
from art to zoology, to his all-absorbent task - 
a trait which frequently lent unexpected sparkle 
to his conversation.
p/ 136. Ludecke, I knew H.

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The big restaurant to which he led me enclosed 
what seemed like acres of Linz within its walls 
of abominably painted panels and gilded plaster....
"Baroque," he explained... "BAD baroque. Has it ever 
occurred to you that there is no such thing as merely 
poor baroque? The style has no middle quality; when 
it is not perfect, it's impossible. And of course, the 
very spirit of the style, its lush intimacy, makes it 
dangerous to splash baroque elements over a hail of 
such dimensions. One might as well gild a barn. But 
heavens, what a magnificent place this would be 
for a rally! Why, in this one room alone, I could 
swing all Linz!"
So it went, all that evening. He was in a good mood.

p. 136, Ludecke, I knew H.

Next afternoon, Hitler revealed still another side 
of his character. It was our last day together, 
and he asked me to go with him to the Poestlingberg....

When we reached the crest... we sat for a while 
in silence. Hitler gazed over the vast landscape 
with love in his eyes.... At last he spoke softly:
"Long ago, there was no Poestlingberg here; all 
was level. No heights, no valleys, but only unbroken 
earth, washed smooth by the primal tides as they 
flowed and ebbed over the world. Then the fires 
burst up from the earth's center; the ice marched 
down from the poles; and the earth-quakes 
convulsed like birth-pangs, shaping the face 
of the land. And after long cycles of cataclysmis 
[sic] changed, some titanic force, elemental, yet 
governed by supreme laws, thrust up this peak 
from the plane; some irresistible underground 
movement carved it out of the deepest bedrock 
and lifted it high here to dominate everything.... 
Who knows what set this force in motion? The 
crucial strain could have come from the heavy, 
overload of some distant mountain-range. Or 
perhaps the natural outlet of the fire deep in 
the earth's core was choked, until its pent-up 
energy blew this mountain sky-high like a stopper 
from a flask. Who knows? We believe these things 
are ruled by law; but the law itself partly eludes us. 
A pity, for the processes of Nature may symbolize 
mankind's little life..."
....I suspected him of deliberately drawing the grandiose 
parallel at which his soliloquy hinted. But I was wrong. 
It was the land itself....which filled his inner vision. He 
was just a smallish man sitting there in a neat, cheap, 
blue-serge suit, his head bare, his eyes shining - and I 
realized that he was peering backward through... Time, 
not forward into his own future....
p. 137, Ludecke, I knew H.

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... I hear the legends of all the land marks within eyesight.
"How do you remember all this?"
The question recalled Hitler to himself.
"You forget that I went to school here, that I love this 
mountain and the fields below and all the things that 
grow here."

The floodgates of his memory opened... he spoke of 
his boyhood in the little town of Linz. I saw him 
through his own eyes as he searched out the significance 
of those early years. He told me of the dreams which 
had impelled him to fight his way up from poverty 
and nothingness; he spoke without sentimentality....
p. 138, Ludecke, I knew H.

Just as I turned away, emotionalized almost beyond 
speech, Hitler flung after me a final injunction so 
brutally practical that I almost jumped:
"Fetzen Sie aus Mussolini heraus, was Sie koennen!"
"Rip out of Mussolini whatever you can!"

p. 139, Ludecke, I knew H.

The truth is that an abiding conflict withint [sic] 
Hitler's own character him inadequate for the role 
he assumed. He is masterly in tactics, inept in 
executive detail.
p. 173, Ludecke, I knew H.

He also unburdened himself about the personal problem 
Hitler was to him. For instance, he could not be 
persuaded to dine properly but still preferred the 
picnicky food that could be god anywhere. The only 
improvement Putzi had been able to make was to 
drag him to a dentist - and I acknowledge that to 
be a real triumph.
P. 182, Ludecke, I knew H.

(Admiral von Hintze on the Beer Hall Putsch trial)
"... Hitler too - dressed in a morning-coat, that most 
difficult of all garments to wear, let alone a badly cut 
morning-coat, and let alone a man with as bad a figure 
as Hitler, with his short legs and long torso. When I saw 
him jump on the table in that ridiculous costume, 
I thought,  'Armes Kellnerlein!'"
'Poor little waiter'....

p. 185, Ludecke, I knew H.

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In court and out, Hitler has repeatedly and emphatically 
denied ever having solicited - let alone accepted - 
money from abroad. His own letter gives him the lie.

p. 190, Ludecke, I knew H.

(1924, at Landsberg)
...There stood Hitler.
He was wearing leather shorts and a Tyrolean jacket, 
his shirt open at the throat. His cheeks glowed with 
healthy red, and his eyes shone.... he looked better 
physically, and seemed happier, than I had ever seen 
him. Landsberg had done him a world of good.
He greeted me with the hearty aid of a host receiving a 
guest. Gone from his manner was the nervous intensity 
which formerly had been his most unpleasant 
characteristic. Altogether he seemed calmer and 
more certain of himself.
...."Yes, I couldn't be feeling better," he laughed, 
showing his old sense of humor. "This is the first 
good rest I've ever enjoyed."....

I have spoken before of his genius for dismissing 
topics which he does not wish to discuss. Time 
after time during this talk he availed himself of 
it, ending further conversation as effectively as 
though he had suddenly darkened a room where 
deaf-mutes were talking with their fingers. I 
noticed that he barred, in particular, any reminder 
of the putsch, and any question concerning his 
policy toward the Party schism.

....Also, Hitler was plainly embarrassed, as I was, 
by the memory of our intimate meeting on the 
Poestlingberg, when we had mutually vowed so 
many things which never came to pass....
233/234. Ludecke, I knew H.

...when Hitler and I discussed the situation at 
Landsberg ...I was (not) daring enough to voice 
the serious apprehensions half-awakened by 
the obvious change in Hitler himself. I couldn't 
help feeling something of mendacity in him; ... 
He was still true to his old character in ... one 
trait, the most unfortunate of all... Hitler was 
determined to dominate....
p. 239, Ludecke, I knew H.

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Hitler habitually rationalizes his choices... being 
faced with a distasteful choice... he arrived at the 
lofty conclusion that there was no choice - that 
being the one mad entrusted by destiny with the 
salvation of Germany, he had no moral right to 
shift his responsibility to deputy saviors. But 
whatever the motive, the practical effect of his 
vacillation was obvious. Instead of bringing order 
out of confusion, he deliberately increased it....
p. 241/242. Ludecke, I knew H.

Two Hitlers...
,,,it was the best in the Fuehrer which withered 
after the trial, while the less worthy traits flourished.

...Hitler assayed lighter than fine metal should.
p. 248, Ludecke, I knew H.

But the great General (Ludendorff) had served his 
purpose. Hitler simply scrapped him, offering him 
needless affronts...
Ever since doubt of Hitler's flawless greatness had 
begun to creep into my mind....
pp. 272/73. Ludecke, I knew H.

(1925, Munich)
Then Hitler came in... clasped my hand, tapped my 
shoulder, and asked me to tell him more about 
Henry Ford, and Budapest...
...During this glum recital, Hitler had been interrupting 
me frequently, appearing irritated and nervous. The 
healthy air he had in Landsberg was gone, and with it 
his poise. He looked almost fat; his cheeks seemed 
flabby and his chin weak, and as usual plenty of 
dandruff adorned collar and shoulders of his dark 
blue suit. Now and then there was something foxy 
and false about him, and his voice seemed not to 
ring true. For the first time I felt a distinct dislike 
for him.....
p. 273, Ludecke, I knew H.

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And now he went off at one of his quick tangents. 
"Beethoven exploded when he heard Napoleon had 
crowned himself emperor - he threw the manuscript 
he was going to dedicate to him on the floor and 
trampled it under his feet -" Herr Hitler was so 
overcome with histrionic rage that he became 
Hitler and fairly crushed Napoleon into the carpet. 
Seeing the astonishment on my face, he quickly 
added: "Thank God he didn't destroy it - he later 
called it the 'Eroica.'"
With scarcely a second's pause he was back on 
the track again....
And so it went on for a long while, with Hitler 
pacing around as much as the miniature room permitted....
P. 374, Ludecke, I knew H.

Hitler was growing visibly calmer, and finally 
came round. Taking a  more conciliatory attitude, 
he spoke almost humorously... I was made aware 
of the 'general's stupid performance' during the 
putsch, of his 'poor show' at the trial when he 
denied knowledge and responsibility 'to avoid 

...He scoffed at Ludendorff's "face-saving", 
apparently unaware that he himself, to save 
his own face, was now impunging [sic] the 
motives of the once-cherished General whose 
prestige he had ruined.

"And now Ludendorff's senseless attacks on the 
Roman Church and on the Crown Prince Rupprecht 
are forcing me to separate myself from him. For 
the moment they are the stronger - what else can 
I do if I want to resume my work? I must come 
to terms with them - otherwise I should be out 
of the picture. And what then? Ridiculous to 
expect me to drop Streicher... Who is going to 
win Nuremberg for me... Nein, meine Herren, 
daraus wird nichts...."

By now he was in his old element again, talking 
himself into a fury. Gone was that awkwardness, 
that false undertone which occasionally had 
showed through his ill-temper. He had regained 
his persuasive, almost compelling countenance, 
displaying again his usual sureness and that 
mask of captivating sincerity....
"And this... idiotic indignation about Esser! The 
fellow has more political sense in his fingertips 
than the whole bunch of his accusers in their 
buttocks. ... I have to take people as I find them, 
use them as best I can according to their talents, 
and forget about their bad points...."
pp. 276/77, Ludecke, I knew H.

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... first I saw Roehm. ... "...No need to tell you what 
Hitler is like," (he said). ..."if you try to tell him 
anything, he knows everything already. Though he 
often does what we advise, he laughs in our faces 
at the moment, and later does the very thing as if 
it were all his own idea and creation. He doesn't 
even seem to be aware how dishonest he is. I've 
never seen a mad so magnificently unaware that 
he's adorning himself with borrowed plumage. 
Usually he solves suddenly, at the very last 
minute, a situation that has become intolerable 
and dangerous only because he vacillates and 
procrastinates. And that's because he can't act 
as clearly and logically as he can think and talk - 
no system in the execution of his thoughts. Hitler 
wants things his own way, and he doesn't realize 
how he can wear on one's nerves, doesn't know that 
he fools only himself and those worms around him 
with his fits and heroics...."
p. 287, Ludecke, I knew H.

When Hitler had first swept me off my feet, I had 
been ten years younger. Now I was astonished how 
cool I remained... And yet I felt again... the invisible 
lines of force which radiated from Hitler... Whether 
one was repelled or attracted, one was electrified.
p. 377, Ludecke, I knew H.

The change in his speaking routine amazed me. His 
pantomime had not changed - clenched fists before 
his expressive, working face, heaven-pointed or 
threatening forefinger, pleading hands. But his 
speech was a new one to me. ... Now he spoke like 
an inspired statesman and a professor of ethics, 
yet he still held the crowd.....
p. 378, Ludecke, I knew H. of the most appreciated services Frau 
Goebbels rendered Hitler was the preparation 
of special meals, difficult to get elsewhere. 
Hitler was by now a confirmed vegetarian, 
finicky to exasperation over carrots and spinach, 
and Goebbels, by baiting his hospitality with a 
tasty vegetable-plate ... had managed to get and 
hold the Fuehrer's ear as no one else had before.
p. 418, Ludecke, I knew Hitler.

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His (Goebbels) efforts to consolidate this 
influence by another stratagem had failed, 
however, because of a baffling quirk in Hitler's 
character - as I learned... when I changed to ask 
why Magda didn't find a pretty friend for the 
lonely Adolf.
"My husband ... was most anxious to get Hitler 
interested in some nice girl... Alas, I was no 
good as a match-maker. I'd leave him alone 
with my most charming friends but he wouldn't 
respond. Putzi tried too, but didn't do any better 
than I. In some ways Hitler simply isn't human....
p. 419, Ludecke, I knew H.

"If only he would take a mistress for the sake of 
the gallery" I said.
"Yes, but he's not likely to... Maybe it's true that he 
can't get over Geli's death. ... he needs an intimate 
woman friend, ... to tell him the things no one else 
can mention. His clothes, his manners - ... his 
associates.  You [sic] Heinrich Hoffmann, his staff 
photographer, who can be so funny with his jokes ... 
that Hitler shakes with laughter? Well, Hoffmann is 
always with him... and Hoffman's lamentable mistress 
is sure to trail along... The woman is impossible... 
Hitler... doesn't seem to mind... it's really unfortunate 
for the Party thah [sic] Hitler is so neutral in his human 
pp. 430.32, Ludecke, I knew H.

Like Caesar, Hitler likes fat men around him....
p. 435, Ludecke, I knew H.

(Hitler) As he/showed me his private elevator, the 
dramatic expression of his face changed to one of his 
boyish looks that can be so winning....
p. 437, Ludecke, I knew H.

September 12, 1932; conversation between Hitler and 
Ludecke on future foreign policy:
Hitler was pacing the room by now, still listening 
without interrupting me...
Hitler sat down abruptly, still looking nettled...
At this point, Hitler, who had been listening with 
eyes fixed on me, scratching his knees or rubbing 
his hands when excited, got up and began to pace again...
pp. 452-56; Ludecke, I knew H.

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I remember that as he perused the two pages I had 
marked, he wore the vacant expression often typical 
of him when he is intently reading or listening - mouth 
open and underlip drawn in. When he had finished ... I 
fairly snatched the magazine from him; I did not want 
his attention wandering to extraneous things. He 
submitted without a word, and looked up at me with 
an expression almost of docility.
Ludecke. I knew H. p. 453

(Lunch hour during same conversation, 3/12/32)

"I've been doing without alcohol for a long while," 
he said. "It can't be good to take alcohol with meals; 
it ferments in your stomach, and that doesn't help 
your digestion. That doesn't mean that you shouldn't 
have some wine if you want it. I'm glad you've 
stopped smoking... I can't abide the smell of cigarettes." 
I asked about his vegetarianism. He said that he had 
tried it during the first presidential campaign that 
spring, and it had so increased his efficiency and 
endurance that he had decided to go on with it.

p. 478, Ludecke, I knew H.

Hitler gave me a shrewd look: ... "Ludecke, you neddn't 
[sic]  worry... Schauen Sie, Goebbels ist ein vom 
Schicksal geschlagener Mann."at was it... this clubfoot 
can never be dangerous to you...
p. 476, Ludecke, I knew H.

"I think that Magda Goebbels really wanted to marry 
you," I said.
He met that with a simplicity which disarmed me 
completely. "no," he said. And after a moment: "In 
those days I was the happiest man in the world," ... 
there were tears in his eyes and he was clearly 
unashamed to have me see them. "You remember 
what Schiller says about the envious gods: 'Life's 
undiluted joy is not granted to a mortal.' ... Geli - 
you never knew her. She was very dear to me."

.. the physician who had examined her body had 
told one of my friends that she had died a virgin. 
The special quality of Hitler's affection for his 
half-sister's child is still a thing of mystery to 
those closest to him.

pp. 476/77. Ludecke, I knew H.

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