His Weakness Was His Belief That Evil

Dodd Continued To Hope That The Murders Would So Outrage The German Public That The Regime Would Fall, But As The Days Passed He Saw No Evidence Of Any Such Outpouring Of Anger.

Whenever I Finish A Book, I Start With A Blank Slate And Never Have Ideas Lined Up.

The Intermittent Depression That Had Shadowed Him Throughout His Adult Life Was About To Envelop Him Once Again.

I Was Never Concretely Aware Of The Extent Of Anti-semitism In The United States And In The Upper Levels Of The State Department.

. . . Why Some Men Choose To Fill Their Brief Allotment Of Time Engaging The Impossible, Others In The Manufacture Of Sorrow.