The words. Why did they have to exist? Without words, the Fuhrer was nothing.

“I only know it would have been nice to be making love instead of attempting mur…”

“You bastards, she said. You lovely bastards.”

“Vivimos aquí desde hace casi un año y nadie, absolutamente nadie, ha movido jam…”

“But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice …”