whom I would so love to honour with the extra ‘ie’ and yet who does not realise it. It’s a good thing, because it would only make her unhappy. That’s enough about that, writing has made my “zum Tode betrübt” go off a bit.
Yours, Anne
Saturday, 25 December, 1943
Dear Kitty, During these days, now that Christmas is here, I find myself thinking all the time about Pim, and what he told me about the love of his youth. Last year I didn’t understand the meaning of his words as well as I do now. If he’d only talk about it again, perhaps I would be able to show him that I understand.
I believe that Pim talked about it because he who ‘knows the secrets of so many other hearts’ had to express his own feelings for once; otherwise Pim never says a word about himself, and I don’t think Margot has any idea of all Pim has had to go through. Poor Pim, he can’t make me think that he has forgotten that girl. He will never forget her. He has become very tolerant. I hope that I shall grow a bit like him, without having to go through all that.
Yours, Anne
Monday, 27 December, 1943
Dear Kitty,
