It Must Be Awful To

I Must Uphold My Ideals, For Perhaps The Time Will Come When I Shall Be Able To Carry Them Out.

Our Blessed Radio. It Gives Us Eyes And Ears Out Into The World. We Listen To The German Station Only For Good Music. And We Listen To The Bbc For Hope.

Looking Back, I Realize That This Period Of My Life Has Irrevocably Come To A Close; My Happy-go-lucky, Carefree Schooldays Are Gone Forever. I Don't Even Miss Them. I've Outgrown Them. I Can No Longer Just Kid Around, Since My Serious Side Is Always There.

The Best Remedy For Those Who Are Afraid, Lonely Or Unhappy Is To Go Outside, Somewhere Where They Can Be Quiet, Alone With The Heavens, Nature And God. Because Only Then Does One Feel That All Is As It Should Be And That God Wishes To See People Happy, Amidst The Simple Beauty Of Nature. As Long As This Exists, And It Certainly Always Will, I Know That Then There Will Always Be Comfort For Every Sorrow, Whatever The Circumstances May Be. And I Firmly Believe That Nature Brings Solace In All Troubles.

Another Fact That Doesn't Exactly Brighten Up Our Days Is That Mr. Van Maaren, The Man Who Works In The Warehouse, Is Getting Suspicious About The Annex.