Hitler's Table Talk

REFLECTIONS ON DOGS 247
Everyone around me was amazed, but not one of these idiots
had the idea of asking the girl for her address, so that I could
send her a word of thanks. I've always reproached myself most
bitterly.
On yet another occasion, I was at a reception at the Bayrischer
Hof. There were splendid women there, elegant and covered
with jewels. A woman entered who was so beautiful that all
the others were eclipsed. She wore no jewels. If was Frau
Hanfstängl. I saw her again just once, with Mary Stuck at Erna
Hanfstängl's. Three women together, one more beautiful than
the others. What a picture !
In my youth, in Vienna, I knew a lot of lovely women.
125 Night of 25th~26th January 1942
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the ancient Greeks—The significance of mythology—
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Hörbiger—Human genius and politics.
I love animals, and especially dogs. But I'm not so very fond
of boxers, for example. If I had to take a new dog, it could only
be a sheep-dog, preferably a bitch. I would feel like a traitor if
I became attached to a dog of any other breed. What extraordinary
animals they are—lively, loyal, bold, courageous arid
handsome !
The blind man's dog is one of the most touching things in
existence. He's more attached to his master than to any other
dog. If he allows a bitch to distract his attention for a moment,
it's for hardly any time and he has a bad conscience. With
bitches it's more difficult. When they're on heat, they can't be
restrained.
During the winter of 1921-22, I was offered a sheep-dog. He
was so sad at the thought of his old master that he couldn't get
accustomed to me. I therefore decided to part with him. His
new master had gone a few steps, when he gave him the slip
and took refuge with me, putting his paws on my shoulders. So I
kept him.
When Graf made me a present of Muck, the process of getting