246 IDEAL WOMAN UNATTAINABLE home, after a long voyage, he has something like a new marriage. After months of absence, he enjoys some weeks of complete liberty. That would never have been the case with me, and my wife would justly have been bored to death. I'd have had nothing of marriage but the sullen face of a neglected wife, or else I'd have skimped my duties. That's why it's better not to get married. The bad side of marriage is that it creates rights. In that case, it's far better to have a mistress. The burden is lightened, and everything is placed on the level of a gift. The Fuehrer noticed two guests who looked somewhat crestfallen, J. W. and Chr. Sehr. He turned towards Sehr, and explained: What I've said applies only to men of a higher type, of course ! Relieved, Sehr, exclaimed: "That's just what I was thinking, my Fuehrer." I don't believe that W. H. will ever get married. He has created an ideal image of a woman, taking her silhouette from one, her hair from the next, her intelligence from a third, from still another her eyes—and it's with this image in his mind that he approaches every woman; but there's nothing like it in nature. One must declare oneself satisfied when one finds one perfect detail in a woman. A girl of eighteen to twenty is as malleable as wax. It should be possible for a man, whoever the chosen woman may be, to stamp his own imprint upon her. That's all the woman asks for, by the way. Dora's a sweet girl, but I don't think that Kempka and she will be happy. For a girl like her, it seems to me that Kempka is too exclusively interested in mechanics. She's too intelligent for him ! What lovely women there are in the world ! We were sitting in the Ratskeller at Bremen. A woman came in. One would truly have thought that Olympus had opened its gates. Radiant, dazzling. The diners unanimously put down their knives and forks, and all eyes were fixed on her. Another time, at Brunswick, a young girl rushed towards my car to offer me a bouquet. She was blonde, dashing, wonderful.
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 More about dogs—Origins of the human race—Beauty and the ancient Greeks—The significance of mythology— Thoughts on the prehistoric—The cosmic theories of 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