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further；　ive　decided　（after　a　great　deal　of　thought）　to　drop　the　shorthand。　first；　so　that　i　have　more　time　for　my　other　subjects；　and　second；　because　of　my　eyes。　thats　a　sad　story。　ive　bee　very　nearsighted　and　should　have　had　glasses　ages　ago。

（ugh；　wont　i　look　like　a　dope！）。　but　as　you　know；　people　in　hiding　cant。　。　。

yesterday　all　anyone　here　could　talk　about　was　annes　eyes；　because　mother　had　suggested　i　go　to　the　ophthalmologist　with　mrs。　kleiman。　just　hearing　this　made　my

knees　weak；　since　its　no　small　matter。　going　outside！　just　think　of　it；　walking　down　the　street！　i　cant　imagine　it。　i　was　petrified　at　first；　and　then　glad。　but　its　not　as　simple　as　all　that；　the　various　authorities　who　had　to　approve　such　a　step　were　unable　to　reach　a　quick　decision。　they　first　had　to　carefully　weigh　all　the　difficulties　and　risks；　though　miep　was　ready　to　set　off　immediately　with　me　in　tow。　in　the　meantime；　id　taken　my　gray　coat　from　the　closet；　but　it　was　so　small　it　looked　as　if　it　might　have　belonged　to　my　little　sister。　we　lowered　the　hem；　but　i　still　couldnt　button　it。

im　really　curious　to　see　what　they　decide；　only　i　dont　think　theyll　ever　work　out　a　plan；　because　the　british　have　landed　in　sicily　and　fathers　all　set　for　a　〃quick　finish。鈥�

beps　been　giving　margot　and　me　a　lot　of　office　work　to　do。　it　makes　us　both　feel　important；　and　its　a　big　help　to　her。　anyone　can　file　letters　and　make　entries　in　a　sales　book；　but　we　do　it　with　remarkable　accuracy。

miep　has　so　much　to　carry　she　looks　like　a　pack　mule。　she　goes　forth　nearly　every　day　to　scrounge　up　vegetables；　and　then　bicycles　back　with　her　purchases　in　large　shopping　bags。　shes　also　the　one　who　brings　five　library　books　with　her　every　saturday。　we　long　for　saturdays　because　that　means　books。　were　like　a　bunch　of　little　kids　with　a　present。　ordinary　people　dont　know　how　much　books　can　mean　to　someone　whos　cooped　up。

our　only　diversions　are　reading；　studying　and　listening　to　the　radio。

yours；　anne　

tuesday；　july　13；　1943

the　best　little　table　yesterday　afternoon　father　gave　me　permission　to　ask　mr。　dussel　whether　he　would　please　be　so　good　as　to　allow　me　（see　how　polite　i　am？）　to　use　the　table　in　our　room　two　afternoons　a　week；　from　four　to　five…thirty。　i　already　sit　there　every　day　from　two…thirty　to　four　while　dussel　takes　a　nap；　but　the　rest　of　the　time　the　room　and　the　table　are　off…limits　to　me。　its　impossible　to　study　next　door　in　the　afternoon；　because　theres　too　much　going　on。　besides；　father　sometimes　likes　to　sit　at　the　desk　during　the　afternoon。

so　it　seemed　like　a　reasonable　request；　and　i　asked　dussel　very　politely。　what　do　you　think　the　learned　gentlemans　reply　was？　〃no。〃　just　plain　〃no！鈥�

i　was　incensed　and　wasnt　about　to　let　myself　be　put　off　like　that。　i　asked　him　the

reason　for　his　〃no；〃　but　this　didnt　get　me　anywhere。　the　gist　of　his　reply　was：　〃i　have　to　study　too；　you　know；　and　if　i　cant　do　that　in　the　afternoons；　i　wont　be　able　to　fit　it　in　at　all。　i　have　to　finish　the　task　ive　set　for　myself；　otherwise；　theres　no　point　in　starting。　besides；　you　arent　serious　about　your　studies。　mythology　　what　kind　of　work　is　that？　reading　and　knitting　dont　count　either。　i　use　that　table　and　im　not　going　to　give　it　up！鈥�

i　replied；　〃mr。　dussel；　i　do　take　my　wsork　seriously。　i　cant　study　next　door　in　the　afternoons；　and　i　would　appreciate　it　if　you　would　reconsider　my　request！鈥�

having　said　these　words；　the　insulted　anne　turned　around　and　pretended　the　learned　doctor　wasnt　there。　i　was　seething　with　rage　and　felt　that　dussel　had　been　incredibly　rude　（which　he　certainly　had　been）　and　that　id　been　very　polite。

that　evening；　when　i　managed　to　get　hold　of　pim；　i　told　him　what　had　happened　and　we　discussed　what　my　next　step　should　be；　because　i　had　no　intention　of　giving　up　and　preferred　to　deal　with　the　matter　myself。　pim　gave　me　a　rough　idea　of　how　to　approach　dussel；　but　cautioned　me　to　wait　until　the　next　day；　since　i　was　in　such　a　flap。　i　ignored　this　last　piece　of　advice　and　waited　for　dussel　after　the　dishes　had　been　done。　pim　was　sitting　next　door　and　that　had　a　calming　effect。

i　began；　〃mr。　dussel；　you　seem　to　believe　further　discussion　of　the　matter　is　pointless；　but　i　beg　you　to　reconsider。鈥�

dussel　gave　me　his　most　charming　smile　and　said；　〃im　always　prepared　to　discuss　the　matter；　even　though　its　already　been　settled。鈥�

i　went　on　talking；　despite　dussels　repeated　interruptions。　when　you　first　came　here；鈥�

i　said；　〃we　agreed　that　the　room　was　to　be　shared　by　the　two　of　us。　if　we　were　to　divide　it　fairly；　youd　have　the　entire　morning　and　id　have　the　entire　afternoon！　im　not　asking　for　that　much；　but　two　afternoons　a　week　does　seem　reasonable　to　me。鈥�

dussel　leapt　out　of　his　chair　as　if　hed　sat　on　a　pin。　〃you　have　no　business　talking　about　your　rights　to　the　room。　where　am　i　supposed　to　go？　maybe　i　should　ask　mr。

van　daan　to　build　me　a　cubbyhole　in　the　attic。　youre　not　the　only　one　who　cant　find　a　quiet　place　to　work。　youre　always　looking　for　a　fight。　if　your　sister　margot；　who　has　more　right　to　work　space　than　you　do；　had　e　to　me　with　the　same　request；　id　never　even　have　thought　of　refusing；　but　you。　。　。鈥�

and　once　again　he　brought　up　the　business　about　the　mythology　and　the　knitting；　and　once　again　anne　was　insulted。　however；　i　showed　no　sign　of　it　and　let　dussel　finish：

〃but　no；　its　impossible　to　talk　to　you。　youre　shamefully　self…centered。　no　one　else　matters；　as　long　as　you　get　your　way。　ive　never　seen　such　a　child。　but　after　all　is　said　and　done；　ill　be　obliged　to　let　you　have　your　way；　since　i　dont　want　people　saying　later　on　that　anne　frank　failed　her　exams　because　mr。　dussel　refused　to　relinquish　his　table！鈥�

he　went　on　and　on　until　there　was　such　a　deluge　of　words　i　could　hardly　keep　up。

for　one　fleeting　moment　i　thought；　〃him　and　his　lies。　ill　smack　his　ugly　mug　so　hard　hell　go　bouncing　off　the　wall！〃　but　the　next　moment　i　thought；　〃calm　down；　hes　not　worth　getting　so　upset　about！鈥�

at　long　last　mr。　dussel　s　fury　was　spent；　and　he　left　the　room　with　an　expression　of　triumph　mixed　with　wrath；　his　coat　pockets　bulging　with　food。

i　went　running　over　to　father　and　recounted　the　entire　story；　or　at　least　those　parts　he　hadnt　been　able　to　follow　himself。　rim　decided　to　talk　to　dussel　that　very　same　evening；　and　they　spoke　for　more　than　half　an　hour。

they　first　discussed　whether　anne　should　be　allowed　to　use　the　table；　yes　or　no。

father　said　that　he　and　dussel　had　dealt　with　the　subject　once　before；　at　which　time　hed　professed　to　agree　with　dussel　because　he　didnt　want　to　contradict　the　elder　in　front　of　the　younger；　but　that；　even　then；　he　hadnt　thought　it　was　fair。　dussel　felt　i　had　no　right　to　talk　as　if　he　were　an　intruder　laying　claim　to　everything　in　sight。　but　father　protested　strongly；　since　he　himself　had　heard　me　say　nothing　of　the　kind。　and　so　the　conversation　went　back　and　forth；　with　father　defending　my　〃selfishness〃　and　my　〃busywork〃　and　dussel　grumbling　the　whole　time。

dussel　finally　had　to　give　in；　and　i　was　granted　the　opportunity　to　work　without　interruption　two　afternoons　a　week。　dussel　looked　very　sullen；　didnt　speak　to　me　for　two　days　and　made　sure　he　occupied　the　table　from　five　to　five…thirty　　all　very　childish；　of　course。

anyone　whos　so　petty　and　pedantic　at　the　age　of　fifty…four　was　born　that　way　and　is　never　going　to　change。

friday；　july　16；　1943

dearest　kitty；

theres　been　another　break…in；　but　this　time　a　real　one！　peter　went　down　to　the　warehouse　this　morning　at　seven；　as　usual；　and　noticed　at　once　that　both　the

warehouse　door　and　the　street　door　were　open。　he　immediately　reported　this　to　pim；　who　went　to　the　private　office；　tuned　the　radio　to　a　german　station　and　locked　the　door。　then　they　both　went　back　upstairs。　in　such　cases　our　orders　are　not　to　wash　ourselves　or　run　any　water；　to　be　quiet；　to　be　dressed　by　eight　and　not　to　go　to　the　bathroom；〃　and　as　usual　we　followed　these　to　the　letter。　we　were　all　glad　wed　slept　so　well　and　hadnt　heard　anything。　for　a　while　we　were　indignant　because　no　one　from　the　office　came　upstairs　the　entire　morning；　mr。　kleiman　left　us　on　tenterhooks　until　eleven…thirty。　he　told　that　the　burglars　had　forced　the　outside　door　and　the　warehouse　door　with　a　crowbar；　but　when　they　didnt　find　anything　worth　stealing；　they　tried　their　luck　on　the　next　floor。　they　stole　two　cashboxes　containing　40　guilders；　blank　checkbooks　and；　worst　of　all；　coupons　for　330　pounds　of　sugar；　our　entire　allotment。　it　wont　be　easy　to　wangle　new　ones。

mr。　kugler　thinks　this　burglar　belongs　to　the　same　gang　as　the　one　who　made　an　unsuccessful　attempt　six　weeks　ago　to　open　all　three　doors　（the　warehouse　door　and　the　two　outside　doors）。

the　burglary　caused　another　stir；　but　the　annex　seems　to　thrive　on　excitement。

naturally；　we　were　glad　the　cash　register　and　the　typewriters　had　been　safely　tucked　away　in　our　clothes　closet。

yours；　anne　

ps。　landing　in　sicily。　another　step　closer　to　the　。　。　。　！

monday；　july　19；1943

dearest　kitty；

north　amsterdam　was　very　heavily　bombed　on　sunday。　there　was　apparently　a　great　deal　of　destruction。　entire　streets　are　in　ruins；　and　it　will　take　a　while　for　them　to　dig　out　all　the　bodies。　so　far　there　have　been　two　hundred　dead　and　countless　wounded；

the　hospitals　are　bursting　at　the　seams。　weve　been　told　of　children　searching　forlornly　in　the　smoldering　ruins　for　their　dead　parents。　it　still　makes　me　shiver　to　think　of　the　dull；　distant　drone　that　signified　the　approaching　destruction。

friday；　july　23；　1943

bep　is　currently　able　to　get　hold　of　notebooks；　especially　journals　and　ledgers；　useful　for　my　bookkeeping　sister！　other　kinds　are　for　sale　as　well；　but　dont　ask　what　theyre　like　or　how　long　theyll　last。　at　the　moment　　theyre　all　labeled　〃no　coupons

needed！〃　like　everything　else　you　can　purchase　without　ration　stamps；　theyre　i　totally　worthless。　they　consist　of　twelve　sheets　of　gray　i　paper　with　narrow　lines　that　slant　across　the　page。　margot　is　thinking　about　taking　a　course　in　calligraphy；　ive　advised　her　to　go　ahead　and　do　it。　mother　wont　let　me　because　of　my　eyes；　but　i　think　thats　silly。　whether　i　do　i　that　or　something　else；　it　all　es　down　to　the　same