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By Brad Linaweaver

Thirty years after the Nazis win global warfare II, Hilda Goebbels, the daughter of Hitler's propaganda minister and now a world-famous anarchist, threatens to free up her father's long-suppressed diaries--which might smash the Reich. Reprint. okay.

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By Brad Linaweaver

Thirty years after the Nazis win global warfare II, Hilda Goebbels, the daughter of Hitler's propaganda minister and now a world-famous anarchist, threatens to free up her father's long-suppressed diaries--which might smash the Reich. Reprint. okay.

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This creature he had in mind might very well be mistaken by a good Burgundian as one of the New Men or † bermenschen, and viewed as an object of worship. Where others might oppose these new beings, the Burgundians—trained from birth in religious acceptance of superior beings in human form—would present no obstacle. As for the Burgundians, such leaders as Kaufmann had to believe that wicked modern science had produced at least one genius who was the vehicle of higher mysteries: a puppet of Destiny.

The seemingly endless walk activated my pains again. My host noticed this distress and suggested we sit down again. He had not misplaced the other cylinder. Somehow I was not surprised when he suggested that I sample its contents. ” I asked him. ” “I hold in my hand images from a different point of view. ” He put the thing on my palm. ” Shrugging, I placed it to the same point on my forehead and . . I did not know who I was. In vain I searched for the identity into which I had been plunged. What there was of me seemed to be a disembodied consciousness floating high above the European continent.

Quite obviously I was in no mood to reciprocate. “Father,” said Helmuth gravely, “I have been granted the privilege of overseeing this observance. ” Such was the formality of his tone that I hesitated to intercede with a fatherly appeal. The expression on his face was blank to my humanity. I did as requested. Not for a moment did I suspect the identity of the body. Yet as I gazed at that familiar, waxen face, I knew that it fit the Burgundian pattern. It had to be his body. Once more I stood before Adolf Hitler!

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