Anyhow, I've Learned One Thing Now. You

In Spite Of Everything I Still Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart. I Simply Can't Build Up My Hopes On A Foundation Consisting Of Confusion, Misery And Death.

In The Long Run, The Sharpest Weapon Of All Is A Kind And Gentle Spirit.

But I Won't Bore You Any Longer On The Subject Of Old Men. It Won't Make Things Any Better And All My Plans Of Revenge (such As Disconnecting The Lamp, Shutting The Door, Hiding His Clothes) Must Be Abandoned In Order To Keep The Peace. Oh, I'm Becoming So Sensible!

Bolkenstein, A Minister, Was Speaking On The Dutch Programme From London, And He Said That They Ought To Make A Collection Of Diaries And Letters After The War. Of Course, They All Made A Rush At My Diary Immediately. Just Imagine How Interesting It Would Be If I Were To Publish A Romance Of The "secret Annexe." The Title Alone Would Be Enough To Make People Think It Was A Detective Story.

Once Again St. Nicholas Day Has Even Come To Our Hideaway; It Won't Be Quite As Fun, I Fear, As The Happy Day We Had Last Year. Then We Were Hopeful, No Reason To Doubt That Optimism Would Win The Bout, And By The Time This Year Came Round, We'd All Be Free, And Safe And Sound. Still, Let's Not Forget It's St. Nicholas Day, Though We've Nothing Left To Give Away. We'll Have To Find Something Else To Do: So Everyone Please Look In Their Shoe!