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>In the Music Society there was a cellist whom I had occasionally seen talking to Stefanie’s brother. Through him I learned that Stefanie’s father, a higher government official, had died some years earlier. The mother had a comfortable home and was in receipt of a widow’s pension, which she used to give her two children the best possible education.

>Stefanie had attended the Girls’ High School and had already matriculated. She had a great number of admirers—small wonder, beautiful as she was. She was fond of dancing and, the previous winter, had gone with her mother to all the important dances of the town. As far as he knew, the cellist added, she was not engaged.

>Adolf was highly satisfied with the result of my investigations—that she was not engaged he had, anyhow, taken for granted. There was only one point in my report that disturbed him greatly; Stefanie danced, and, according to the cellist’s assurance, she danced well, and enjoyed it.

>This did not fit at all into Adolf’s own image of Stefanie. A Valkyrie who waltzed round the ballroom in the arms of some “blockhead” of a lieutenant was for him too terrible to be contemplated.

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>It just gets better (pic rel is her): After having been his butt for so long, at last I had a chance of pulling his leg. I proclaimed, with a straight face, “You must take dancing lessons, Adolf!” Dancing immediately became one of his problems. I well remember that our lonely perambulations were no longer punctuated by discussions on “The Theatre” or “Reconstruction of the Danube Bridge,” but were dominated by one subject—dancing.

>As with everything that he couldn’t tackle at once, he indulged in generalisations. “Visualise a crowded ballroom,” he said once to me, “and imagine that you were deaf. You can’t hear the music to which these people are moving, and then take a look at their senseless progress, which leads nowhere. Aren’t these people raving mad?”

>“All this is no good, Adolf,” I replied. “Stefanie is fond of dancing. If you want to conquer her, you will have to dance around just as aimlessly and idiotically as the others.”

>That was all that was needed to set him off raving. “No, no, never!” he screamed at me. “I shall never dance. Do you understand? Stefanie only dances because she is forced to by society on which she unfortunately depends. Once she is my wife, she won’t have the slightest desire to dance.”

>Contrary to the rule, this time his own words did not convince him, for he brought up the question of dancing again and again. I rather suspected that, secretly at home, he practised a few cautious steps with his little sister. Frau Hitler had bought a piano for Adolf. Perhaps, I thought, I might soon be asked to play a waltz on it, and then I would chaff Adolf about being deaf while he danced. He did not need music for his movements. I also intended to point out to him the harmony between music and bodily movements, of which he did not seem to have any conception.

>But it never got as far as this. Adolf went on brooding for days and weeks trying to find a solution. In his depressed mood, he hit on a crazy idea: he seriously contemplated kidnapping Stefanie. He expounded his plan to me in all its details and assigned me my role, which was not a very rewarding one, for I had to keep the mother engaged in conversation while he seized the girl.

>“And what are you both going to live on?” I asked prosaically. My question sobered him up a little and the audacious plan was abandoned.

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