There's something so relentless and foul about Hitler and his people, and the way things progressed from year to year. It just got to me in the strangest way.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Hitler was such an anomalous character - he was so over-the-top chaotic in his approach to statesmanship, his manner and in the violence which overwhelmed the country initially. I think diplomats around the world... felt like something like that simply would not be tolerated by the people of Germany.
Hitler was good in the beginning, but he went too far.
Hitler was so modern, in that he was obsessed with being famous. He was caught up with this rush to be have achieved greatness before turning 30.
Reduced to a miserable mass level, the level of a Hitler, German Romanticism broke out into hysterical barbarism.
When, at the end of the 1960s, I became interested in the Nazi era, it was a taboo subject in Germany. No one spoke about it anymore, no more in my house than anywhere else.
The German mass murder of the Jews... brought my Jewishness to the surface.
I was a student in Germany when Hitler came to power.
Spending a weekend with Hitler would have been boring in the extreme, although you would have had a greater certainty in coming back alive.
After the many rumours that we had heard about Hitler and the published criticisms we had read about him, we were pleasantly impressed. His appearance was neither pretentious nor affected.
As a result of my philosophy, I wasn't even upset about Hitler. I was willing to go to war to knock him off, but I didn't hate him. I hated what he was doing.