I’ve turned into a hopeless liar. I have to assure him of Fritz’s eternal affection for Elsa. I have to assure him of the inexorable demise of international Jewry. I have to assure him of the implacable advance of the forces of the great Reich to his greengrocer’s shop . . . I’ve got totally tangled up in it all myself, and I think I’ve driven him completely insane. I feel guilty, after all: I’m driving an insane old man into total insanity. Just now he asked me, What are these baboons supposed to mean? And without even thinking, I blurted out, ‘It’s an Aryan assault force, a cunning trick.’
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