But he did it to himself. His whole vast world was one of tragedy. He came from Vienna, and every moment that I met him I couldn’t pull him out. I would try to pull him out. I would say, “Walter, what are you doing? Don’t you believe what I’m talking about? Imagining creates reality! That’s my premise, and every time you come home you talk about Hitler, you talk about this, you talk about the other. I don’t care what he has done; we have to revise everything. Imagining creates reality.” He would say yes to that and in one second go back to the other, like a record playing it over and over. And here comes this picture in his world.784 ¶5