00010522.GIF Page 1 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- 00010523.GIF Page 2 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 narrowed. "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. 00010524.GIF Page 3 But Dolores, who understood not one word of German, was only a slight figure with an absurd moustache, who waved his arms and shouted..... 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. 00010525.GIF Page 4 Ludecke ...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 him.... p. 95, Ludecke, I knew H. 00010526.GIF Page 5 LUDECKE ... 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 safety.... 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. 00010527.GIF Page 6 Ludecke 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 speaking. 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, however.... ... 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. ...one 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. 00010528.GIF Page 7 LUDECKE 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. 00010529.GIF Page 8 LUDECKE 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. 00010530.GIF Page 9 LUDECKE ... 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. (Hanfstaengl) 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. 00010531.GIF page 10 LUDECKE 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. 00010532.GIF Page 11 LUDECKE 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. 00010533.GIF Page 12 LUDECKE 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 punishment'. ...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. 00010534.GIF Page 13 Ludecke ... 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. 1932 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. ...one 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. 00010535.GIF Page 14 Ludecke 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 relationships." 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. 00010536.GIF Page 15 LUDECKE 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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