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.
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