Capitulation Letters or Unconditional Surrender Diary or White Flag as the title of a recovered war fantasy novel written by Julius Evola during the Allied invasion of the Republic of Salò. The main character is Otto Weininger, a proto-fascist philosopher and herald against the holocaust in the same sense of D'Annunzio, a supporting character, being beyond The Poet, beyond a one-eyed fighter pilot, the First Duce from the Italian Regency of Carnaro, a formally breaked up italian territory by the first Allies, and also against the Axis. Carlo Michelstaedter, another protagonist star, whose striking feat of reconciling erudition, free thought and pessimism led him to shoot himself after having obeyed his father who demanded his degree, along with Weininger, both actually lucky suicides who didn’t even experienced the First World War hence concentration camp escapees, became the initial summoned ghosts in a kind of occultist séance, the scenario throughtout the whole pugnacious book. Evola disowned the astray manuscript after becoming paralytic during the continuous fascist defeat and improbability of another political reform in the same way like Mussolini's last attempt. Albeit there is no one who does not feel sorry for the vain efforts of Skorzeny in the rescue even witnessed by Evola himself, this is the description of the political atmosphere and of the accident according to his autobiography The Path of Cinnabar:
"[...]In Rome, therefore, at the time of the German occupation, I made a secret attempt to establish a 'Movement for the Rebirth of Italy'. Involved in this project, among others, were Senator Carlo Costamagna - whom I had worked with in the past - and the Senator and former Minister, Balbino Giuliano. The purpose of our Movement, which after the war would have become a political party, would have been analogous to that of the Movimento Sociale Italiano - although our own Movement would have been conceived in more traditionalist terms as an expression of the Right devoid of one-sided references to Fascism (the negative as well as positive aspects of which we would have taken into account). Our political project came to an end at the time of the Allied occupation of Rome for a number of reasons (apparently, including an act of betrayal). I ought to have stayed in Rome, but the force of events led me away from the capital. I then crossed the frontier and moved to Vienna, where I had been summoned, by way of northern Italy. In the Austrian city, a similar political project was underway as the one which had failed in Rome. However, not long before the Russian occupation of the city, a bombing raid caused an injury to my spinal cord. The injury, which appeared lethal at first, caused the partial paralysis of my lower limbs."
"I thus found myself confined to hospital. Such an accident, no doubt, was not unrelated to a rule I had long chosen to follow: not to avoid, but, on the contrary, to seek dangers as a tacit way of putting fate to the test. For this very reason, in the past, I had pursued mountain climbing at dangerous altitudes. I remained faithful to this very principle during the war, when a world was crumbling and the future was shrouded in uncertainty. The accident I fell victim to, however, lent itself to no obvious explanation. Not much changed in my life following the accident, as my handicap was merely physical: aside from the practical disadvantages, and the limitations it entailed from the point of view of my profane existence, the handicap hardly bothered me, for my spiritual and intellectual work remained unaffected by the accident. In my heart, I have always thoroughly subscribed to the traditional doctrine I often quoted in my writing, which teaches that we have wished all relevant events in our life before our birth. I could not, therefore, avoid applying such a doctrine to the aforementioned event. To remember why I had wished such an accident upon myself, and to understand its most profound significance, is what truly mattered in my eyes - more than 'recovery' itself (something I cared little about). (Besides, as I saw it, had I been capable of grasping the 'memory' of such a wish by the light of knowledge, I would no doubt also have been capable of removing the physical handicap itself - if I had wished to do so.) To this day, however, the fog which clouds my memory has yet to lift. For the time being, I have come to adapt myself to the circumstances. Occasionally, I am humorously led to believe that it is gods who might be responsible for the situation, having used a little too much force when playing with me."
Thankfully, the discoverers of this lost relic avoided public rejection due to the long gap between the posthumous find and his passing away. By the way it should be interesting to note that his fathomless disillusionment with the State since his frustrations with the Italian Social Republic led him to the defeatism from within modernity of Ride the Tiger: A Survival Manual for the Aristocrats of the Soul but staying true to the spirit of Revolt Against the Modern World. Throughout the post-war period Italy's sunken circumstances rendered Evola a Stylite, even because of the involuntary asceticism of his misfortune, amongst ancient roman ruins and modern fascism debris and solely a telepath (one of his esoteric themes) could know his thoughts during the mute decade that lasted from his autobiography until his farewell book Meditations on the Peaks: Mountain Climbing as Metaphor for the Spiritual Quest. Thus what can be said for sure about him is that he finally arrived at a Conservative revolutionary right wing anarchism looking forward to whatever will turn up later on in relation to the regrets of prodigality and irreversibility of the dissipation of losses or waste of energy.