EDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
to take our minds off matters as o develop talog from a correspondence sc pored times
finding anyto . Fato satisfy and decided to e and ask for a trial lesson in quot;Elementary Latin.quot; No sooner said t set to ically and decided to take te ts mucoo o learn Latin.
to give me a ne as testament.
quot;Are you planning to give Anne a Bible for ; Margot asked, someurbed.
quot;Yes. . . ell, maybe St. Nicter occasion,quot; Father replied.
Jesus and exactly go together.
Since to take an old bruso t.
ts on, toves burning, and t t;ts sure to be a problem,quot; I t to myself t time. quot;to be complaints.quot; I in dictionary , and rim grumbled t t look any different anyhanks for my pains.
eve decided t from noove is going to be lit at seven-ty on Sunday mornings instead of five-ty. I ts risky. hink of our smoking chimney?
Its tains. Ever since into acked firmly to times one of tlemen cant resist to peek outside. t: a storm of reproac;Oice.quot; ts of carelessness begins and ends. No one ice, no one of attention. Easy to say, but is it true?
At t, tempestuous quarrels ill at loggeralking about Mrs. van D., old batquot; or quot;t stupid ; and conversely, Mrs. van D. refers to our ever so learned gentleman as an quot;old maidquot; or a quot;toucic spinster, etc.
t calling ttle black!
Yours, Anne
MONDAY EVENING, NOVEMBER 8,1943
Dearest Kitty,
If you o read all my letters in one sitting, youd be struck by t t tten in a variety of moods. It annoys me to be so dependent on t Im not t to to rearrange my ts before I can mingle trange. As you can see, Im currently in t really tell you it off, but I t stems from my co every turn. till antly turned omac beat wildly -- and all because I was afraid.
At nig Fatreets, or t to take us aion. I see everyt ually taking place. And to t might all happen soon!
Miep often says s may be true, but s t our fear.
I simply cant imagine talk about quot;after t; but its as if I alking about a castle in t can Ii never come true.
I see t of us in tcly round spot on ill safe, but tigige searc o eac ting doy up above. In time, off by t looms before us like an impenetrable rying to crus not yet able to. I can only cry out and implore, quot;O us out!”
Yours, Anne
thURSDAY, NOVEMBER 11, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
I itle for ter:
Ode to My Fountain Pen In Memoriam My fountain pen prized possessions; I valued it e neatly eresting fountain-pen life, which I will summarize below.
ain pen (packed in cotton) arrived as a quot;sample of no commercial valuequot; all the kindly donor)
used to live. I lay in bed ment ain pen came in a red leat to my girlfriends t c. Me, Anne Frank, tain pen.
en, I o take to sco my surprise, teac me e . reasure o be tucked aeaco use only scs. arted at tain pen also een, tain pen o togetless diaries and compositions. Id turned fourteen and my fountain pen year of its life h me when . . .
It after five on Friday afternoon. I came out of my room and to sit do table to e o make room for Margot and Fated to practice tin. tain pen remained unused on table, iny corner of table, o tate. At a quarter to six I s t into a neten beans, and tossed it into tove. A giant flame s up, and I t it tove, breath, had made such a miraculous recovery.
All again. tin students , and I sat do table to pick
up no matter ook anot looked, Mother looked, Dussel looked.
But it had vanished.
quot;Maybe it fell in tove, along ; Margot suggested.
quot;No, it couldnt ; I replied.
But t evening, ill turned up, fears day o empty tove and discovered to fasten it to a pocket, among t a trace of t.
quot;It must ed into stone,quot; Fatured.
Im left ion, small t may be: my fountain pen ed, just as I o be someday!
Yours, Anne
EDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 17, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
Recent events s foundations. Oo an outbreak of dip Beps, s be alloo come in contact h us for six weeks.
it , not to mention ill in bed and en not gruel for to his neck in work.
Margot sends in lessons to a teacs and turns them.
Sered under Beps name. teacty too. I bet o student.
Dussel is in a turmoil and knoairs; excher Mr.
or Mrs. van Daan. e all noticed it. t on for a feook tunity to ed t treatment and ention of breaking it. I s yesterday anniversary of in Mrs. van Daan, e for weeks and made no
bones about t t s Dussel sreat us to dinner, received notead of making use of tunity to t time -- for unselfisaking utter a eentulations or my condolences, eit soever, and tuation finally ended in a draw.
I can say exaggeration t Dussel ely got a screen laugo ourselves because rying to pass on t s garbled in transmission. Furtion o keep.
quot;Der Mann einen grossen Geist Una ist so klein van taten!quot;* [*A well-known expression:
quot;t of t, how puny are his deeds.”
Yours, Anne
SAtURDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 1943
Dearest Kitty,
Last nig as I was falling asleep, hanneli suddenly appeared before me.
I sa I could read them:
quot;Oed me? his hell!”
And I cant and by and cher people suffer and die.
All I can do is pray to God to bring o us. I saure enougo understand it o must rying to take aanding, but t selfishly wrapped up again in my own problems and pleasures.
It o treat c as I am, maybe even more so, and soo ed to do .
But to live, ween us? ?
to be , I t of least a year. I forgotten irely, and yet it until I sa of all her suffering.
O if you live to turn to us, Ill be able to take you in and make up for the wrong Ive done you.
But even if I ion to need it more t shes feeling?
Merciful God, comfort at least s be alone. Oell might help her go on.
Ive got to stop d get me any. I never took trouble to ask.
ake you aoo late. I cant Ill never forget her again and Ill always pray for her!
Yours, Anne