"Let me remind Mr. Potter that Adolf Hitler was ever so affectionate to his pet dog"

A month or so ago I wrote a column about the metaphysics of meat-eating and wondering how we, as a society, might react to the prospect of lab-grown meat products. I received a letter from an unhappy reader today:

HIghways for Hitler

I just came across this great passage in Richard Evans' The Third Reich in Power -- highways as a modernist conduit to German pastoral authenticity:

For Fritz Todt, the man whom Hitler appointed to oversee the building of the motorways, they even fulfilled a racial purpose, linking the motor-borne German soul to the authentic woods, mountains, and fields of its native land, and expressing the Nordic race's delight in the adventure, speed, and excitement provided by modern technology.