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<blockquote data-quote="Naofumi" data-source="post: 47440" data-attributes="member: 39">It was during this time that my eyes were opened to two dangers, thenames of which I had scarcely known before. I had no idea whatsoever oftheir terrible significance for the existence of the German people. Thesetwo dangers were Marxism and Jewry.For many people, the name of Vienna signifies innocent pleasure, afestive place for happy people. For me, unfortunately, it&#039;s a living memoryof the saddest period in my life.Even today, the mention of that city arouses in me only gloomythoughts. Five years of poverty in that Phaecian town. 1 Five years in whichI had to earn my daily bread-first as a casual laborer and then as a painterof little trifles. And a meager morsel it was indeed, insufficient to calm myconstant hunger. That hunger was my faithful guardian, one that never leftme and took part in everything I did. Every book that I bought meantrenewed hunger, and every visit to the opera meant the intrusion of thatinhospitable companion in the days to follow. I was always struggling withmy unsympathetic friend. Even so, it was during that time that I learnedmore than ever before. Apart from my architectural studies and rare visitsto the opera-for which I had to go hungry-I had no other pleasure in lifeexcept my books.I read a great deal then, and I thought deeply about what I read. Allmy free time after work was devoted exclusively to study. Thus within afew years, I was able to acquire a stock of knowledge that I find useful even to this day</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Naofumi, post: 47440, member: 39"] It was during this time that my eyes were opened to two dangers, the names of which I had scarcely known before. I had no idea whatsoever of their terrible significance for the existence of the German people. These two dangers were Marxism and Jewry. For many people, the name of Vienna signifies innocent pleasure, a festive place for happy people. For me, unfortunately, it's a living memory of the saddest period in my life. Even today, the mention of that city arouses in me only gloomy thoughts. Five years of poverty in that Phaecian town. 1 Five years in which I had to earn my daily bread-first as a casual laborer and then as a painter of little trifles. And a meager morsel it was indeed, insufficient to calm my constant hunger. That hunger was my faithful guardian, one that never left me and took part in everything I did. Every book that I bought meant renewed hunger, and every visit to the opera meant the intrusion of that inhospitable companion in the days to follow. I was always struggling with my unsympathetic friend. Even so, it was during that time that I learned more than ever before. Apart from my architectural studies and rare visits to the opera-for which I had to go hungry-I had no other pleasure in life except my books. I read a great deal then, and I thought deeply about what I read. All my free time after work was devoted exclusively to study. Thus within a few years, I was able to acquire a stock of knowledge that I find useful even to this day [/QUOTE]

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