He watched them grow, until eventually, great forests of words had risen throughout Germany.... It was a nation of farmed thoughts.

“It was a style not of perfection, but warmth. Even mistakes had a good feeling …”

“A couple of them were school beauty-queen pretty while a few were that more rea…”

“Then came Hitler. ”

“I suppose he'll die soon. I'm expecting it, like you do for a dog that's sevent…”