No Nazi is closer to psychic, intuitive Chancellor Adolf Hitler than tall, brooding Dr. Ernst Hanfstaengl whose eyebrows are two great black beetles. Often at night Ernst distracts Adolf, weary from cares of state, by playing soulfully on the piano. Ernst, scion of Munich's famed art-print publishing House of Hanfstaengl, is a Harvard man, once kept a smart Manhattan art shop. Because Hitler and Hanfstaengl are inseparable, constantly flying about the Fatherland together in the Chancellor's private plane, all Germany was flabbergasted last autumn when the Party's first super-film, Horst Wessel...
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