I remember reading a romance thriller set during WWII. The heroine, an American Jew, eventually ends up spying for the Americans behind enemy lines, and is rescued from the hands of the SS, who are vainly trying to find her.
It was a bit of an overdone piece of fluff. But one part of the book keeps haunting me. In the beginning, while the heroine is working as a legal secretary with good German language skills, she has the habit of reading multiple newspapers each day. As she is fluent in German, she spends hours on the European news. Every day, she is more horrified about the state of the world. She can clearly see war coming, and feels compelled to talk about it.
The trouble is, her audience of listeners don't want to hear about it. They are the secretarial staff, and they want to talk about celebrities, gossip about their bosses and the other secretaries, and just enjoy their free time. Each day, she feels more and more like Cassandra - clearly seeing the truth, but unable to make anyone understand what she is excited about.
She feels the urgency of needing to act to prevent tragedy, but is surrounded by those who poo-poo her anxiety. Of course, it SOUNDS as though that Hitler is crazy, but that's just talk. He couldn't REALLY mean it.
But, it isn't just talk. And he did really mean it.
Anymore, after reading what some of the over-the-top fanatics are saying about Islam taking over the world, I wonder how others can be unconcerned. I wonder why they don't raise their voices in protest at yet another hostage being forceably converted, upon threat of death. Too many seem overly suspicious about Christian religious adherents, yet these thugs-with-a-cause are given a figurative pat on the head.
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