Mein Kampf
Need and hard reality now forced me to a quick decision. My father’s small means had been largely used up by my mother’s grave illness; my orphan’s pension was not enough even to live on; and so I was compelled to earn my own bread somehow. With a bag of clothes and linen in my hand, in my heart an indomitable will, I set off for Vienna. What my father had accomplished fifty years before, I, too, hoped to wrest from fate; I, too, would be “something,” but never an official.
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