Quinn's column, My Corner of the Continuum, printed in The New, a magazine written by members of the Q Continuum. (VOY: "Death Wish")
The article read:
- MY CORNER OF THE CONTINUUM
- I'M READY TO DIE; HOW ABOUT YOU?
- For many years as I have put my thoughts to paper and written this column, it has occurred to me that I would run out of things to say, find nothing new to comment about. But I have. And it's deeply troubling to me. Frankly, I believe the time has come for the Continuum to look at the possibility that immortality is not in this society's best interest. I have found myself recently looking at my life and saying "I've had enough. Why not call it quits?" And you know what? I've decided that's exactly what I want to do. Let's take a good hard look at our life. Each of us should ask himself "Have I had enough?" My answer is yes.
- Above all I was struck by the unhealthy pallor of his skin. He had the same look that prisoners have who have been denied the sun during a long period of confinement. He looked dyspeptic and dog tired, with...
This is all of the text that was visible on Quinn's article on the episode. The second paragraph seems to have been taken word for word directly from a magazine article (Cudahy, John. "Man on a mountain."
Life, June 23, 1941) where a journalist describes a visit with Adolf Hitler. 
The rest of this article read:
- Above all I was struck by the unhealthy pallor of his skin. He had the same look that prisoners have who have been denied the sun during a long period of confinement. He looked dyspeptic and dog-tired, with swollen, puffed eyes, febrile bright. Since the beginning of the war, the story went, he got less than four hours rest each night, and now he gave the impression of being utterly fatigued – one whose nervous energy is nearly spent from over strain.
- Directly after our introduction, Hitler crossed the room without a word sat down in an easy chair by the round table near the window. A grandfather clock in the corner struck 3: Hitler was on time, to the dot. I stood awaiting an invitation from my host to sit down until Schmidt whispered that I should take the seat next the Fuhrer while Schmidt sat at my right and Walter Hewel, the Foreign Office liaison officer, sat directly opposite Hitler.
- Hitler stared at me and I stared back. He continued to stare so long that I wondered if this staring duel would never end. His expression was one of cold hostility. Finally he dropped his eyes and after that only looked at me casually from time to time. His eyes were truly remarkable and gave the impression of light, so intense they were. They were the arresting feature of his face, harsh, metallic eyes, indicative of an intense, indomitable will, geared to a frenzy. In color they were so pale that at first you could not identify the pigment of the pupils. Perhaps they had been seared by the blindness which Hitler suffered after being gassed at Ypres during the last days of fighting in 1918. As one talk developed, I had a chance to examine them carefully and decided they were that pale translucent green one sees in certain moods of the sea. Above all they were hard, unyielding, fanatical eyes, harsh as the facial lineaments were harsh, without one compromising note of sympathy or kindliness.
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