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dare　they　act　that　way！　its　simply　barbaric。　ive　been　astonished；　time　and　again；　at　such　rudeness　and　most　of　all。　。　。　at　such　stupidity　（mrs。　van　daan）。　but　as　soon　as　ive　gotten　used　to　the　idea；　and　that　shouldnt　take　long；　ill　give　them　a　taste　of　their　own　medicine；　and　then　theyll　change　their　tune！

am　i　really　as　bad…mannered；　headstrong；　stubborn；　pushy；　stupid；　lazy；　etc。；　etc。；　as　the　van　daans　say　i　am？　no；　of　course　not。　i　know　i　have　my　faults　and　shortings；　but　they　blow　them　all　out　of　proportion！　if　you　only　knew；　kitty；　how　i　seethe　when　they　scold　and　mock　me。　it　wont　take　long　before　i　explode　with　pent…up　rage。

but　enough　of　that。　ive　bored　you　long　enough　with　my　quarrels；　and　yet　i　cant　resist　adding　a　highly　interesting　dinner　conversation。

somehow　we　landed　on　the　subject　of　pims　extreme　diffidence。　his　modesty　is　a　well…known　fact；　which　even　the　stupidest　person　wouldnt　dream　of　questioning。　all　of　a　sudden　mrs。　van　daan；　who　feels　the　need　to　bring　herself　into　every　conversation；　remarked；　〃im　very　modest　and　retiring　too；　much　more　so　than　my　husband！鈥�

have　you　ever　heard　anything　so　ridiculous？　this　sentence　clearly　illustrates　that　shes　not　exactly　what　youd　call　modest！

mr。　van　daan；　who　felt　obliged　to　explain　the　〃much　more　so　than　my　husband；鈥�

answered　calmly；　〃i　have　no　desire　to　be　modest　and　retiring。　in　my　experience；　you　get　a　lot　further　by　being　pushy！〃　and　turning　to　me；　he　added；　〃dont　be　modest　and　retiring；　anne。　it　will　get　you　nowhere。鈥�

mother　agreed　pletely　with　this　viewpoint。　but；　as　usual；　mrs。　van　daan　had　to　add　her　two　cents。　this　time；　however；　instead　of　addressing　me　directly；　she　turned　to　my　parents　and　said；　〃you　must　have　a　strange　outlook　on　life　to　be　able　to　say　that　to　anne。　things　were　different　when　i　was　growing　up。　though　they　probably　havent　changed　much　since　then；　except　in　your　modern　household！鈥�

this　was　a　direct　hit　at　mothers　modern　child…rearing　methods；　which　shes　defended　on　many　occasions。　mrs。　van　daan　was　so　upset　her　face　turned　bright　red。　people　who　flush　easily　bee　even　more　agitated　when　they　feel　themselves　getting　hot　under　the　collar；　and　they　quickly　lose　to　their　opponents。

the　nonflushed　mother；　who　now　wanted　to　have　the　matter　over　and　done　with　as　quickly　as　possible；　paused　for　a　moment　to　think　before　she　replied。　〃well；　mrs。　van　daan；　i　agree　that　its　much　better　if　a　person　isnt　overmodest。　my　husband；　margot　and　peter　are　all　exceptionally　modest。　your　husband；　anne　and　i；　though　not　exactly　the　opposite；　dont　let　ourselves　be　pushed　around。鈥�

mrs。　van　daan：　〃oh；　but　mrs。　frank；　i　dont　understand　what　you　mean！　honestly；　im　extremely　modest　and　retiring。　how　can　you　say　that　im　pushy？鈥�

mother：　〃i　didnt　say　you　were　pushy；　but　no　one　would　describe　you　as　having　a　retiring　disposition。鈥�

mrs。　van　d。：　〃id　like　to　know　in　what　way　im　pushy！　if　i　didnt　look　out　for　myself　here；　no　one　else　would；　and　id　soon　starve；　but　that　doesnt　mean　im　not　as　modest　and　retiring　as　your　husband。鈥�

mother　had　no　choice　but　to　laugh　at　this　ridiculous　self…defense；　which　irritated　mrs。

van　daan。　not　exactly　a　born　debater；　she　continued　her　magnificent　account　in　a　mixture　of　german　and　dutch；　until　she　got　so　tangled　up　in　her　own　words　that　she　finally　rose　from　her　chair　and　was　just　about　to　leave　the　room　when　her　eye　fell　on　me。　you　should　have　seen　her！　as　luck　would　have　it；　the　moment　mrs。　van　d。　turned　around　i　was　shaking　my　head　in　a　bination　of　passion　and　irony。　i　wasnt　doing　it　on　purpose；　but　id　followed　her　tirade　so　intently　that　my　reaction　was　pletely　involuntary。　mrs。　van　d。　wheeled　around　and　gave　me　a　tongue…lashing：

hard；　germanic；　mean　and　vulgar；　exactly　like　some　fat；　red…faced　fishwife。　it　was　a　joy　to　behold。　if　i　could　draw；　id　like　to　have　sketched　her　as　she　was　then。　she　struck　me　as　so　ical；　that　silly　little　scatterbrain！　ive　learned　one　thing：　you　only　really　get　to　know　a　person　after　a　fight。　only　then　can　you　judge　their　true　character！

yours；　anne　

tuesday；　september　29；　1942

dearest　kitty；

the　strangest　things　happen　to　you　when　youre　in　hiding！　try　to　picture　this。

because　we　dont　have　a　bathtub；　we　wash　ourselves　in　a　washtub；　and　because　theres　only　hot　water　in　the　office　（by　which　i　mean　the　entire　lower　floor）；　the　seven　of　us　take　turns　making　the　most　of　this　great　opportunity。　but　since　none　of　us　are　alike　and　are　all　plagued　by　varying　degrees　of　modesty；　each　member　of　the

family　has　selected　a　different　place　to　wash。　peter　takes　a　bath　in　the　office　kitchen；　even　though　it　has　a　glass　door。　when　its　time　for　his　bath；　he　goes　around　to　each　of　us　in　turn　and　announces　that　we　shouldnt　walk　past　the　kitchen　for　the　next　half　hour。　he　considers　this　measure　to　be　sufficient。　mr。　van　d。　takes　his　bath　upstairs；　figuring　that　the　safety　of　his　own　room　outweighs　the　difficulty　of　having　to　carry　the　hot　water　up　all　those　stairs。　mrs。　van　d。　has　yet　to　take　a　bath；　shes　waiting　to　see　which　is　the　best　place。　father　bathes　in　the　private　office　and　mother　in　the　kitchen　behind　a　fire　screen；　while　margot　and　i　have　declared　the　front　office　to　be　our　bathing　grounds。　since　the　curtains　are　drawn　on　saturday　afternoon；　we　scrub　ourselves　in　the　dark；　while　the　one　who　isnt　in　the　bath　looks　out　the　window　through　a　chink　in　the　curtains　and　gazes　in　wonder　at　the　endlessly　amusing　people。

a　week　ago　i　decided　i　didnt　like　this　spot　and　have　been　on　the　lookout　for　more　fortable　bathing　quarters。　it　was　peter　who　gave　me　the　idea　of　setting　my　washtub　in　the　spacious　office　bathroom。　i　can　sit　down；　turn　on　the　light；　lock　the　door；　pour　out　the　water　without　anyones　help；　and　all　without　the　fear　of　being　seen。

i　used　my　lovely　bathroom　for　the　first　time　on　sunday　and；　strange　as　it　may　seem；　i　like　it　better　than　any　other　place。

the　plumber　was　at　work　downstairs　on　wednesday；　moving　the　water　pipes　and　drains　from　the　office　bathroom　to　the　hallway　so　the　pipes　wont　freeze　during　a　cold　winter。　the　plumbers　visit　was　far　from　pleasant。　not　only　were　we　not　allowed　to　run　water　during　the　day；　but　the　bathroom　was　also　off…limits。　ill　tell　you　how　we　handled　this　problem；　you　may　find　it　unseemly　of　me　to　bring　it　up；　but　im　not　so　prudish　about　matters　of　this　kind。　on　the　day　of　our　arrival；　father　and　i　improvised　a　chamber　pot；　sacrificing　a　canning　jar　for　this　purpose。　for　the　duration　of　the　plumbers　visit；　canning　jars　were　put　into　service　during　the　daytime　to　hold　our　calls　of　nature。　as　far　as　i　was　concerned；　this　wasnt　half　as　difficult　as　having　to　sit　still　all　day　and　not　say　a　word。　you　can　imagine　how　hard　that　was　for　miss　quack；　quack；　quack。　on　ordinary　days　we　have　to　speak　in　a　whisper；　not　being　able　to　talk　or　move　at　all　is　ten　times　worse。

after　three　days　of　constant　sitting；　my　backside　was　stiff　and　sore。　nightly　calisthenics　helped。

yours；　anne　

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NOVEMBER；　1942

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monday；　november　2；　1942

dear　kitty；

bep　stayed　with　us　friday　evening。　it　was　fun；　but　she　didnt　sleep　very　well　because　shed　drunk　some　wine。　for　the　rest；　theres　nothing　special　to　report。　i　had　an　awful　headache　yesterday　and　went　to　bed　early。　margots　being　exasperating　again。

this　morning　i　began　sorting　out　an　index　card　file　from　the　office；　because　itd　fallen　over　and　gotten　all　mixed　up。　before　long　i　was　going　nuts。　i　asked　margot　and　peter　to　help；　but　they　were　too　lazy；　so　i　put　it　away。

im　not　crazy　enough　to　do　it　all　by　myself！

anne　frank

ps。　i　forgot　to　mention　the　important　news　that　im　probably　going　to　get　my　period　soon。　i　can　tell　because　i　keep　finding　a　whitish　smear　in　my　panties；　and　mother　predicted　it　would　start　soon。　i　can　hardly　wait。　its　such　a　momentous　event。　too　bad　i　cant　use　sanitary　napkins；　but　you　cant　get　them　anymore；　and　mamas　tampons　can　be　used　only　by　women　whove　had　a　baby。　i　ment　added　by　anne　on　january　22；　1944：　i　wouldnt　be　able　to　write　that　kind　of　thing　anymore。

now　that　im　rereading　my　diary　after　a　year　and　a　half；　im　surprised　at　my　childish　innocence。　deep　down　i　know