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THE CHINA MAIL, DECEMBER 21, 1939.

"HITLER SPEAKS"

By Dr. Rauschning

IS HITLER MAD?

Is Hitler mad?

I think everyone who has met the Fuehrer two or three times must have asked himself this question. Anyone who has seen this man face to face, has met his uncertain glance, without depth or warmth, from eyes that seem hard and remote, and has then seen

in the room, and then he gradually grew calm. After that he lay asleep for many hours, and then for some time things were endurable,

It is terrible to think that a mad- man may be ruling Germany and driving the world to war. And hys- teria is infectious. Anyone who has

that gaze grow rigid, will certainly seen splendid youngsters, entirely nor- have experienced the uncanny feel-mal, slowly but steadily become de- Ing: "That man is not normal." moralised through association with Then again he may be seen to sit hysterical women, will not wonder in apathy for a quarter of an hour, that hysteria should be extending to without speaking a word, without high dignitaries of the Reich, Gaulei- even looking up, picking his teeth ter, officials, officers, and a whole na- abominably. Has he heard anything|tion.

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that was going on? Has he been I have frequently heard men con- dreaming? Never was a real conver-fess that they are afraid of Hitler, sation with Hitler possible. Either he that they, grown men though they would listen in silence, or he would are, cannot visit him without a beat- "speechify" and not allow one

toing heart. They have the feeling that speak. Or he would walk restlessly the man will suddenly spring at them up and down, interrupt constantly. and strangle them, or throw the and jump from one subject to another pot at them, or do something sense- as if unable to concentrate.

less. But there is a great deal of in- I cannot judge whether Hitler is sincere enthusiasm, with eyes hypo- near madness in the clinical sense. My critically cast up, and a great deal of own experience of him and what I self-deception, behind this talk of an have learned from others indicate a | unforgettable experience. Most visi- of lack of control amounting to total detors want their interviews to be moralisation. His shrieking and fren-this kind, because 50 many others zied shouting, his stamping, his temp-have said that such were their own. ests of rage-all this was grotesque and unpleasant. but it was not madness. When a grown-up man lashes out against the walls like a horse in its stall, or throws himself on the ground his conduct may be morbid, but it is certainly rude and undisciplined.

"Great Experience"

But is that really all it amounts to, that the visitor was simply under the influence of auto-suggestion during his "great experience"? The case is not quite so simple as that. I have often had the opportunity of examin- ing my own experience, and I must admit that in Hitler's company I have again and again come under a spell which I was only later able to shake off, a sort of hypnosis. He is, indeed, a remarkable man. It leads nowhere to depreciate him and speak mocking- He is simply a sort of He is literally great medicine-man. that, in the full sense of the term. We have gone back so far toward the say- age state that the medicine-man has become king among us.

Hitler, however, has states that ap- proach persecution mania and dual personality. His sleeplessness is more than the mere result of excessive ner- vous strain. He often wakes up in the middle of the night and wanders restlessly to and fro. Then he must have light everywhere. Lately he has sent at these times for young men who have to keep him company dur-ly of him. ing his hours of manifest anguish. At times these conditions must have be- come dreadful. A man in the closest daily association with him gave me this account: Hitler wakes at nights with convulsive shrieks. He shouts for

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Hitler is exacting, spoilt, avaricious, how to work steadily. Indeed, he is incap- as if unable to stir. He shakes with fear, making the whole bed vibrate.able of working. He gets ideas, im- He shouts confused, totally unintellig pulses, the realisation of which must

be feverishly achieved and immediate ible phrases. He gasps, as if imagin-ly got rid of. He does not know what ing himself to be suffocating.

Remarkable Scene

it is to work continuously and unre-

is mittingly. Everything about.him "spasm", to use a favourite word of My informant described to me in his. Nothing about him is natural. full detail remarkable મ્ર

children scene-I His professed love of

and should not have credited the story if animals is a mere pose. it had not come from such a source. .He has acquired the most curious Hitler stood swaying in his room, look- habits. He can only get to sleep if ing wildly about him. "He! He! He's his bed has been made in a particular been here!" he gasped. His lips were way. The quilt must lie folded exact- blue. Sweat streamed down his face.ly ns prescribed. Men whom he Suddenly he began to reel off figures, trusts must make the bed. Is he afraid and odd words and broken phrases, of poisoning, of some secret contriv- entirely devoid of sense. It sounded ance, poison on the pillow, an infernal horrible. He used strangely compos-machine in the mattress? Himmler ed and entirely un-German word- busied himself in the early days with formations. Then he stood quite still, a poisonous white powder. Strewn on only his lips moving. He was massag- the pillow, it would be inhaled in sleep ed and offered something to drink. and injure the lungs, bringing a pain- Then he suddenly broke out "There, ful death. there! In the corner! Who's that?” He loves solitary watks. The moun- He stamped and shrieked in thetain forests intoxicate him. These familiar way. He was shown that walks are his divine service, his there was nothing out of the ordinary

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ROSIE'S BEAU-

BY

JEO. McMANUS

Naginosed UL. 3. Patent Ofiza

SAY-ARENT. YOU ARCHIE?

YOU WORK FOR THAT OLD CRAB- MR. SMALPAY-

ister

WELL-I'VE GOT ALL ROSIE'S LETTERS OUT OF MY DESK AND PACKED UP - GEE - IT'S TOUGH LOSING MY JOB-BUT I'LL FIND ANOTHER ONE-

SIR7

HE OUGHT TO BE ASHAMED

OF HIMSELF MAKING A YOUNG MAN LIKE YOU CARRY BUNDLE-YOU GIVE

UP YOUR JOB-I'LL

GIVE YOU A FINE POSITION IN

MY OFFICE-

HUH!

ISH'T IT JUST WONDERFUL ? ROSIE'S LOVE. LETTERS GOT

ME A JOB-

I'LL TAKE ROSIE'S LETTERS HOME AN' START RIGHT OUT LOOKING FOR ANOTHER JOB –

~1939, King Pineta

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