Watching Blind Spot

and noting things I have in common with Hitler:
Dislike of warm rooms
Vegetarian; weak stomach and digestion
Fondness for melodramatic place-names (”Wolf’s-lair”)
A dislike of being touched by strangers
A thing for gezinta shiksas
A slump (”Eva always tells me to keep my back straight; I tell her to try standing straight with such heavy keys in your pockets”)
Owned Mercedes
and we both persisted in our personal misreadings of Nietzsche.
…that’s all. Aside from the personal tragedy of Frau Junge, you get a sense of how irrational Hitler was as the tide turned, how weak and hysterical. He poisoned his dog to test the strength of his cyanide capsules, and then sat with one of her puppies on his lap, staring at the walls of his bunker.