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Nazi death camp staff at a resort for Nazi personnel, 1944 (lemmy.world)

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[–] [email protected] 41 points 2 weeks ago* (last edited 2 weeks ago) (1 children)

And it all meant this: that there are hardly any excesses of the most crazed psychopath that cannot easily be duplicated by a normal, kindly family man who just comes in to work every day and has a job to do.

Vorbis loved knowing that. A man who knew that, knew everything he needed to know about people.

-Terry Pratchett - Small Gods

(Finding the actual quote was really hard, SEO spam has ruined google, and the LLMs kept hallucinating things that were near, but not real... I had to actually search the raw text of the book)

[–] [email protected] 8 points 2 weeks ago (1 children)

Once I tried to look up the song that was playing in a part of the book Mila 18 when this one nazi soldier was taking a bath. I encountered the same problem as you, never did figure it out.

[–] [email protected] 1 points 1 week ago

Oberfuhrer Alfred Funk soaked luxuriously in a deep warm sudsy tub and sniffed the rising scented steam. The tones of Wagner's Tannhauser "Overture" crashed in from the phonograph in the living room. Between low points in the crescendo Funk could hear the sound of gunfire from the ghetto. He hummed in tune. "Da dam dam dam."