I Must Confess A Shameful Secret: I

Germans Grew Reluctant To Stay In Communal Ski Lodges, Fearing They Might Talk In Their Sleep. They Postponed Surgeries Because Of The Lip-loosening Effects Of Anesthetic. Dreams Reflected The Ambient Anxiety. One German Dreamed That An Sa Man Came To His Home And Opened The Door To His Oven, Which Then Repeated Every Negative Remark The Household Had Made Against The Government.

I Was Never Concretely Aware Of The Extent Of Anti-semitism In The United States And In The Upper Levels Of The State Department.

I Pride Myself On Having A Journalistic Remove.

Beneath The Gore And Smoke And Loam, This Book Is About The Evanescence Of Life, And Why Some Men Choose To Fill Their Brief Allotment Of Time Engaging The Impossible, Others In The Manufacture Of Sorrow. In The End It Is A Story Of The Ineluctable Conflict Between Good And Evil, Daylight And Darkness, The White City And The Black.

Beneath The Stars The Lake Lay Dark And Sombre," Stead Wrote, "but On Its Shores Gleamed And Glowed In Golden Radiance The Ivory City, Beautiful As A Poet's Dream, Silent As A City Of The Dead.