This is an adeptly rendered drawing of the Hofbrauhaus in Munich by a young artist I wish I could describe as "little-known," but I can only do so when referring to him as an artist; as the instigator of the world's worst war, he is far more famous. Yes, it's an original Hitler. He turned these things out in industrial quantity in order to pay his rent, in his salad days in Vienna and (here) Munich. Then came WWI, and, even better, the national anomie at the end that beckoned him into the national discourse; art soon went by the wayside, and the rest (forgive me) is history, a.k.a. WWII. And horror.

Thing is, he could've made a perfectly decent living selling these daubs, and might even have met and married Eva Braun, a photgrapher's model in Munich,and settled down and been perfectly happy. Well, maybe not perfectly.... but his imperfect happiness would have contributed to the sum of the greater happiness of humanity. Who wouldn't have known about it, anyway. It's always better that way.