Sleep makes the silence and the terrible fear go by more quickly, helps pass the time, since it's impossible to kill it. Yours, Anne
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 3, 1943
Dearest Kitty, To take our minds off matters as well as to develop them, Father ordered a catalog from a correspondence school.
Margot pored through the thick brochure three times without finding anything to her liking and within her budget.
Father was easier to satisfy and decided to write and ask for a trial lesson in “Elementary Latin.”
No sooner said than done. The lesson arrived, Margot set to work enthusiastically and decided to take the course, despite the expense.
It's much too hard for me, though I'd really like to learn Latin.
To give me a new project as well, Father asked Mr. Kleiman for a children's Bible so I could finally learn something about the New Testament.
“Are you planning to give Anne a Bible for Hanukkah?” Margot asked, somewhat perturbed.
“Yes... Well, maybe St. Nicholas Day would be a better occasion,” Father replied.
Jesus and Hanukkah don't exactly go together. Since the vacuum cleaner's broken, I have to take an old brush to the rug every night.
The window's closed, the light's on, the stove's burning, and there I am brushing away at the rug.
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