,The Fuhrer feels bad. That morning in 1936, when he entered the bedroom of Adolf Hitler, doctor Theodore Gilbert Morell They rose to the top: They admired him since 1933, he obeyed every word and every gesture—even the most bombastic and clown ones—and suddenly he was called upon in an emergency. Lying in bed, screaming in the stomach, flatulence, and with a skin that was closer to brown than white, Hitler whom the Doctor had idolized to the point of delirium, the second of that ancestor of the mighty and resplendent Germanic gods was the face. remote antiquity. A tragic...