He marched through History as a God

"… it is a fact that as I grow old (73 in September) I put up with this climate less and less. Anyhow a day will come when all will be ended—Blessed day! But I should like to finish my Tyrtaios first (thanks, by the way, thanks over and over again for the papers about his work) and write my Ironies et paradoxes (in French or English, I don’t know yet). About the ironies of history (Clara Hitler dying of cancer in December 1907 and sighing—“My poor dear Adolf! What will he possibly do in life with no diplomas, no job, nobody to help him!” Adolf—then 18 years old—had come from his miserable life in Vienna for a time, to be at his mother’s side.)

Could anybody have told her: “He? He’ll march through History as a God—Thousands will love him, kill and die, and be tortured for his sake—Millions will hate him—But He is one of the greatest Ones”? And could she have believed it?

History has such ironies. No more now, but my [one word is illegible—Ed.] thanks. 9:15 in the morning and the air already burning—unbearable."

Savitri Devi

From a letter to Professor L. 
New Delhi, 17 May 1978