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Anne Frank · 1947
The Diary is read so often as a monument that its strangest fact gets lost: it is the private record of an adolescent body waking up inside a sealed annex, written by a girl who knew she was hiding from people who wanted her dead and who kept noticing, anyway, that she was falling in love and changing shape.
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A teenage girl in hiding discovers that the body's awakening and the heart's longing persist even when the world outside wants to erase you.
desire
Whenever I get my period I have the feeling that in spite of all the pain, I'm carrying around a sweet secret.
AFD-004Can I, a girl, allow myself to go that far? I'm longing so much… I'm so lonely and now I've found comfort!
AFD-005Isn't it an important day for every girl when she gets her first kiss? Well then, it's no less important to me.
AFD-003In the evenings the suppressed longing of the entire day and the bliss of all the times before come rushing to the surface.
AFD-006My eyes were clear and deep, my cheeks were rosy. Nothing is as dear to me now as my darling Petel.
AFD-008belonging
Do you think Father and Mother would approve? I doubt they would, but I have to trust my own judgment.
AFD-007Editor’s framing
The definitive edition restores the passages Otto Frank cut from the first printing — Anne on her own body, her first kiss, her longing, her sharp and sometimes unkind appraisals of the adults around her. Those restorations are why Vela holds this book on the sex axis rather than only as a record of the Holocaust. The achievement is not that a child wrote beautifully under terror, though she did; it is that the ordinary work of becoming a person did not stop because the world outside had decided she should not exist. Attend to the doubleness of every entry: the historical weight the reader brings, pressing against a voice that does not yet know the ending and is busy with the things the living are busy with. To read her as only a victim is to take from her the interior life she was, against every pressure, insisting on.
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I’d like to ask Peter whether he knows what girls look like down there. I don’t think boys are as complicated as girls. You can easily see what boys look like in photographs or pictures of male nudes, but with women it’s different. In women, the genitals, or whatever they’re called, are hidden between their legs. Peter has probably never seen a girl up close. To tell you the truth, neither have I. Boys are a lot easier. How on earth would I go about describing a girl’s parts? I can tell from what he said that he doesn’t know exactly how it all fits together. He was talking about the “Muttermund,” [* cervix], but that’s on the inside, where you can’t see it. Everything’s pretty well arranged in us women. Until I was eleven or twelve, I didn’t realize there was a second set of labia on the inside, since you couldn’t see them. What’s even funnier is that I thought urine came out of the clitoris. I asked Mother one time what that little bump was, and she said she didn’t know. She can really play dumb when she wants to! But to get back to the subject. How on earth can you explain what it all looks like without any models? Shall I try anyway? Okay, here goes! When you’re standing up, all you see from the front is hair. Between your legs there are two soft, cushiony things, also covered with hair, which press together when you’re standing, so you can’t see what’s inside. They separate when you sit down, and they’re very red and quite fleshy on the inside. In the upper part, between the outer labia, there’s a fold of skin that, on second thought, looks like a kind of blister. That’s the clitoris. Then come the inner labia, which are also pressed together in a kind of crease. When they open up, you can see a fleshy little mound, no bigger than the top of my thumb. The upper part has a couple of small holes in it, which is where the urine comes out. The lower part looks as if it were just skin, and yet that’s where the vagina is. You can barely find it, because the folds of skin hide the opening. The hole’s so small I can hardly imagine how a man could get in there, much less how a baby could come out. It’s hard enough trying to get your index finger inside. That’s all there is, and yet it plays such an important role!
I’d like to ask Peter whether he knows what girls look like down there. I don’t think boys are as complicated as girls.
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