THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
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Dearest Kitty,<br />
To take our minds off matters as well as to develop them, Father ordered a catalog<br />
from a correspondence school. Margot pored through the thick brochure three times<br />
without finding anything to her liking and within her budget. Father was easier to<br />
satisfy and decided to write and ask for a trial lesson in "Elementary Latin." No<br />
sooner said than done. The lesson arrived, Margot set to work enthusiastically and<br />
decided to take the course, despite the expense. It's much too hard for me, though<br />
I'd really like to learn Latin.<br />
To give me a new project as well, Father asked Mr. Kleiman for a children's Bible<br />
so I could finally learn something about the New Testament.<br />
"Are you planning to give Anne a Bible for Hanukkah?" Margot asked, somewhat<br />
perturbed.<br />
"Yes. . . Well, maybe St. Nicholas Day would be a better occasion," Father<br />
replied.<br />
Jesus and Hanukkah don't exactly go together.<br />
Since the vacuum cleaner's broken, I have to take an old brush to the rug every<br />
night. The window's closed, the light's on, the stove's burning, and there I am<br />
brushing away at the rug. "That's sure to be a problem," I thought to myself the<br />
first time. "There're bound to be complaints." I was right: Mother got a headache<br />
from the thick clouds of dust whirling around the room, Margot's new Latin<br />
dictionary was caked with dirt, and rim grumbled that the floor didn't look any<br />
different anyway. Small thanks for my pains.<br />
We've decided that from now on the stove is going to be lit at seven-thirty on<br />
Sunday mornings instead of five-thirty. I think it's risky. What will the<br />
neighbors think of our smoking chimney?<br />
It's the same with the curtains. Ever since we first went into hiding, they've<br />
been tacked firmly to the windows. Sometimes one of the ladies or gentlemen can't<br />
resist the urge to peek outside. The result: a storm of reproaches. The response:<br />
"Oh, nobody will notice." That's how every act of carelessness begins and ends. No<br />
one will notice, no one will hear, no one will pay the least bit of attention.<br />
Easy to say, but is it true?<br />
At the moment, the tempestuous quarrels have subsided; only Dussel and the van<br />
Daans are still at loggerheads. When Dussel is talking about Mrs. van D., he<br />
invariably calls her' 'that old bat" or "that stupid hag," and conversely, Mrs.<br />
van D. refers to our ever so learned gentleman as an "old maid" or a "touchy<br />
neurotic spinster, etc.<br />
The pot calling the kettle black!<br />
Yours, Anne<br />
MONDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 8,1943<br />
Dearest Kitty,<br />
If you were to read all my letters in one sitting, you'd be struck by the fact<br />
that they were written in a variety of moods. It annoys me to be so dependent on<br />
the moods here in the Annex, but I'm not the only one: we're all subject to them.