A vergonha é vergonha de si, ela é reconhecimento de que eu realmente sou esse objeto que o outro olha e julga. Só posso Ter vergonha de minha liberdade enquanto ela me escapa para tornar-se objeto dado.
It took a lot of courage for him to befriend me in front of Hitler... You can melt down all the medals and cups I have and they wouldn't be a plating on the 24-karat friendship I felt for Lutz Long at that moment. Hitler must have gone crazy watching us embrace. The sad part of the story is I never saw Long again. He was killed in World War II.