God was finally going to believe in a man both good and strong, but good and strong are still two different men.

And who's this little fellow in his itty-bitty robe? That's tiny baby Adolf, the Hitlers' little boy!

There's nothing more debauched than thinking.

Few of them made it to thirty. Old age was the privilege of rocks and trees. Childhood ended as fast as wolf cubs grow. One had to hurry, to get on with life b…