00010665.GIF ...And Hitler was late. An hour late. Waiting in the upstairs foyer of the Kaiserhof Hotel I saw him shoot by, on the way to his rooms, accompanied by a body-guard who looked rather like Al Capone. Minutes pass. half an hour. I go around to the room of the press chief.... When finally I walked into Adolf Hitler's salon at the Kaiserhof Hotel, I was convinced that I was meeting the future dictator of Germany. In something less than fifty seconds I was quite sure that I was not. It took just about that time to measure the startling insignificance of this man who has set the world agog. He is formless, almost faceless, a man whose countenance is a caricature, a man whose framework seems cartilaginous, without bones. He is inconsequent and voluble, ill-poised, insecure. He is the very prototype of the Little Man. A lock of lank hair falls over an insignificant and slightly retreating forehead. The back head is similar. The face is broad in the cheekbones. The nose is large, but badly shaped and without character. His movements are awkward, almost undignified and most in-martial. There is in his face no trace of any inner conflict or self-discipline. And yet, he is not without a certain charm. But it is the soft, almost feminine charm of the Austrian? When he speaks it is with a broad Austrian dialect. The eyes alone are notable. Dark gray and hyperthyroid -- they have the peculiar shine which often distinguishes geniuses, alcoholics and hysterics. There is something irritatingly refined about him. I bet he crooks his little finger when he drinks a cup of tea. His is an actor's face. Capable of being pushed in or out, expanded or constricted at will, in order to register facile emotions.... p. 12 - 14 Thompson, Dorothy- I saw Hitler! The interview was difficult, because one cannot carry on a conversation with Adolf Hitler. He speaks always, as though he were addressing a mass meeting. In [unreadable] intercourse he is shy, almost embarrassed. In every question he seeks for a theme that will set him off. Then his eyes focus in some far corner of the room; a hysterical note creeps into hisvoice [sic] which rises sometimes almost to a scream. He gives the impression of a man in a trance. He bangs the table. p. 16, Thompson Dorothy- I saw Hitler!
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