Dussel has insulted him. None of us know in what way, but it must have been very bad.
I have written a lovely story titled Blurr, the Explorer, which pleased the three to whom I read it very much.
Yours, Anne
Thursday, 27 April, 1944
Dear Kitty, Mrs. van Daan was in such a bad mood this morning, nothing but complaints! First, there’s her cold, and she can’t get any lozenges, and so much noseblowing is unendurable. Next, it’s that the sun’s not shining, that the invasion doesn’t come, that we can’t look out of the windows, etc. We all had to laugh at her, and she was sporting enough to join in. At the moment I’m reading The Emperor Charles V, written by a professor at Gottingen University; he worked on the book for forty years. I read fifty pages in five days, it’s impossible to do more. The book has 598 pages, so now you can work out how long it will take me—and there is a second volume to follow. But very interesting!
What doesn’t a schoolgirl get to know in a single day! Take me, for example. First, I translated a piece from Dutch into English, about Nelson’s last battle. After that, I went through some more of Peter the Great’s war against Norway (1700-1721), Charles XII, Augustus the Strong, Stanislavs Leczinsky, Mazeppa, von Görz, Brandenburg, Pomerania and Denmark, plus the usual dates.
After that I landed up in Brazil, read about Bahia tobacco, the abundance of coffee and the one and a half million inhabitants of Rio de Janeiro, of Pernambuco and Sao Paulo, not forgetting the river Amazon; then I went on to Negroes, mulattos, mestizos, whites, more than fifty per
