How to spot a Nazi? Telltale signs include a taste for torture and a dogmatic definition of beauty
The IndependentFor free real time breaking news alerts sent straight to your inbox sign up to our breaking news emails Sign up to our free breaking news emails Please enter a valid email address Please enter a valid email address SIGN UP I would like to be emailed about offers, events and updates from The Independent. Which is why I would like to recommend to President Trump – and anyone else who thinks torture “works” – not a fantasy or fiction, but the well-documented account of the wartime adventures of Wing Commander Forest “Tommy” Yeo-Thomas in The White Rabbit by Bruce Marshall, published in 1952. Or as he irrefutably put it, “Only the Beautiful can be truly beautiful.” He took the last train out of Paris: Humphrey Bogart in Casablanca Nazism is a dodgy translation of naked Greek archetypes with added torture. Thus Camus at the very end of The Plague, his allegory of the Second World War: “He knew that… the plague bacillus never dies or disappears for good, that it can lie dormant for decades in furniture and linen-chests, that it bides its time in bedrooms, cellars, trunks, handkerchiefs, and bookshelves, and that perhaps the day would come when, for the bane and enlightening of men, it would rouse up its rats again and send them forth to die in a happy city.” The world is haunted right now by the spectre of Nazism. Even though he is as much fun as Falstaff, he said, “It’s more like Berlin in 1934.” Andy Martin is the author of “Reacher Said Nothing: Lee Child and the Making of Make Me”.
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