But I've Slammed The Door To My

And Finally I Twist My Heart Round Again, So That The Bad Is On The Outside And The Good Is On The Inside, And Keep On Trying To Find A Way Of Becoming What I Would So Like To Be, And Could Be, If There Weren't Any Other People Living In The World.

The Annex Is An Ideal Place To Hide In. It May Be Damp And Lopsided, But There's Probably Not A More Comfortable Hiding Place In All Of Amsterdam. No, In All Of Holland.

But I Won't Bore You Any Longer On The Subject Of Old Men. It Won't Make Things Any Better And All My Plans Of Revenge (such As Disconnecting The Lamp, Shutting The Door, Hiding His Clothes) Must Be Abandoned In Order To Keep The Peace. Oh, I'm Becoming So Sensible!

Go Outsideamidst The Simple Beauty Of Natureand Know That As Long As Places Like This Exist, There Will Be Comfort For Every Sorrow, Whatever The Circumstances May Be.

I Soothe My Conscience Now With The Thought That It Is Better For Hard Words To Be On Paper Than That Mummy Should Carry Them In Her Heart.