day, t, Is just as dark as any night.
(I e t no longer rue, but I included it because my poems are so feween.)
MONDAY, MARCh 27, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
At least one long cer on our life in politics, but Ive been
avoiding t, since it interests me so little. today, e an entire letter to politics.
Of course, t opinions on topic, and its not surprising to frequently discussed in times of . . . arguing so muc politics is just plain stupid! Let ts, grumble and do as long as te dont let t only makes tside bring us a lot of ne later proves to be untrue; o now our radio has never lied. Jan, Miep, Mr.
Kleiman, Bep and Mr. Kugler go up and doical moods, t of all.
es over tc., etc., are accompanied by countless exclamations suc;Eempossible!, Urn Gottes illen* [* O getting started noo last!, Its going splendidly, But, great!”
Optimists and pessimists -- not to mention ts -- air tain t trut annoys a certain lady t isain tacks easing and dispar- aging remarks about ion!
And so it goes from early in to late at nig is t t tired of it. Ive discovered a trick, and t is overc art talking about politics.
All it takes is a single question, a ence, and before you kno, tire family is involved!
As if t;e Ne; and t enougs. In a t tising around t unlike t lies ty-four hours a day!
So tc eig earlier) and is listened to every il nine, ten or even eleven at nig evidence yet t ts e patience, but also t turned to mus to insult anyone). One broadcast, t t, so last tire day. But no, those old nincompoops. . .
never mind, Ive already said it all! quot;Music ; tc from England, Frank P a turn and fInd a ener. If ts arent eating or sleeping, tered around talking about eating, sleeping and politics. s getting to be a bore, and its all I can do to keep from turning into a dreary old crone myself! t mig be such a bad idea!
on Churchill.
Nine oclock, Sunday evening. teapot, under its cozy, is on