The Holocaust is too evil, monstrous, enormous to attempt to comment upon with any meaning -- expecially by anyone but a Survivor -- either in direct relation to itself, or in terms of critiquing a book about it in 1,000 or 1,000,000 words. Since viewing as a child, some 50 years ago, the documentary, "The Twisted Cross," I have read score upon score of books about it, dozens of them twice. I have lived and worked in Germany, spoken in German with men who, in their cups, "admitted" or claimed to have been former camp guards. I have visited the preserved remains of Dachau, the now-empty fields where other death camps once stood, and finally the great Jewish graveyard of Auschwitz-Birkenau. Like many others, I cannot comprehend or come to terms with the Holocaust, except to describe it as the greatest crime, the greatest evil, human beings have ever committed in our long and bloody history, most especially because it was the industrialized attempt by one of the world's most "advanced" and powerful nations at the time - Nazi Germany - to make an entire people, the Jews - the unwanted leaven of civilization - extinct. But these are really just words, as no language can begin to address the torments of so many millions of innocents by the Nazis, every second after second, hour after hour, millions of hours of every day for all the Third Reich's years. After finishing reading Sereny's book (for the second time), with all its interviews with Sobibor-Treblinka Commandant Franz Stangl and the scores of others she talks with, one question, posed early on, haunts me. It has since I first read the book some 20 years ago. It is asked by an unidentified guard, 24, in the Dusseldorf prison where Sereny interviewed Stangl. That guard, knowing Sereny was going to question him, declares: "Perhaps now at long last one of them is going to have the courage to explain to my generation how any human being with mind and heart and brain could ... not even 'do' what was done ... but even see it being done, and consent to remain alive." Neither Stangl nor Sereny nor anyone in her book answers this question. The reader is left with his own lifetime to puzzle out some sort of answer, alone.