"Dear Diary"

In one respect, at least, Adolf Hitler got exactly what he deserved: his devoted Eva Braun was as mean-spirited a doxy as his worst enemy could have wished.

U.S. intelligence officers culled these bits from a 1935 diary:

"It seems as though I'll never get rich. I can't do anything about that. . . . He [Hitler] was just here but no dog and no cupboard. He didn't even ask me if I had a birthday wish. So now I bought myself some jewelry. . . . Hope he likes it.

"For three hours I stood outside the Carlton and had to watch while he bought flowers for Ondra and invited her for supper. ... I am now going to buy some more sleeping tablets. At least then I will be half dazed. . . . According to Frau Hoffmann ... he now has a substitute for me. Her name is Walkuere and she looks it, including her legs. . . .

"When he says he loves me he takes it about as seriously as his promises which he never keeps. ... I have just sent him a letter. ... If I don't get an answer by 10 o'clock I'll take my 25 pills and lie down peacefully. . . .

"The weather is gorgeous and I, mistress of Germany's and the world's greatest man, have to sit at home and look at it through a window. . .

"If only I had a dog. . . ."

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