Word: hitlerized
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...neck, again & again gluttonously claimed responsibility: "I am responsible for German rearmament. . . . I always wanted bombers for bombing the U.S. . . . I personally gave the orders to bomb Warsaw, Rotterdam and Coventry." With furious gusto, he shifted blame from fellow defendants to himself. He spoke with unvarying respect of Adolf Hitler, cried: "I do not propose in any way to hide behind the Führer...
...which should be accustomed to madmen and murderers, the personality of Adolf Hitler still provokes terrified attention. Last week, an able post-mortem of that personality was published in the New York Times Magazine by Major H. R. Trevor-Roper, a British intelligence officer who had investigated the Führer's reported death...
...Hitler had fancied himself in a dual role: as an artist destined to remake the world, and as an Attila or Genghis Khan destined to destroy it. Yet in his private life he always remained a drab petty bourgeois, who chose drab Eva Braun for his mistress, and somewhat embarrassedly concealed the fact for 15 years. Wrote Roper: "There is a somewhat macabre contrast between the revolutionary nihil ism of his doctrines . . . and the back ground of coziness and triviality from which they proceeded: teacups and cream buns, cuckoo clocks and Bavarian bric-a-brac...
Most startling fact: Hitler's personal physician, Dr. Theodor Morell, had been a mere quack. He made a large fortune out of his job, pumped vast amounts of narcotics, stimulants, aphrodisiacs or just plain colored water into Hitler, slowly undermining his bourgeois good health...
...Somewhere in the South of France" -a discovery "not quite equal to that of the atomic bomb, yet [of] special significance for all civilized humanity. . . ." His discovery: "just about the best restaurant in a muddled world." He excitedly reported "a foie gras such as I have not tasted since Hitler attacked Poland, an omelette Perigoitrdine not to be found anywhere else in Europe, a brochette de rognons that would knock Monsieur Brillat-Sava-rin's eye out. . . ." He kept the location secret, said he, because "officially speaking, it is not correct to eat well today in this country...