Saturday, February 19, 2011

The Diary of a Young Girl: Anne Frank

I'm currently reading The Diary of Anne Frank, as somehow throughout elementary school I was never required to.

      "Mother had no choice but to laugh at this ridiculous self-defence, 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 her chair and was just about the leave the room when her eye fell on me. You should have seen her! As luck would have it, the moment Mrs. van Daan turned around I was shaking my head in a combination of compassion and irony. I wasn't doing it on purpose, but I'd followed her tirade so intently that my reaction was completely involuntary. Mrs van Daan 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, I'd like to have sketched her as she was then. She struck me as so comical, that silly little scatterbrain! I've learned one thing: you really only get to know a person after a row. Only then can you judge their true character!
Yours, Anne"
 (pg. 46, The Diary of a Young Girl: Anne Frank)

Clever for a thirteen year old.

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