Father doesn't feel like taking part, nor does Mr. Dussel,
and Mrs. van D. is attacked so often that she just sits there with a red face, hardly able to put up a fight anymore.
And what about us? We aren't allowed to have an opinion! My, my, aren't they progressive!
Not have an opinion! People can tell you to shut up, but they can't keep you from having an opinion.
You can't forbid someone to have an opinion, no matter how young they are!
The only thing that would help Bep, Margot, Peter and me would be great love and devotion, which we don't get here.
And no one, especially not the idiotic sages around here, is capable of understanding us,
since we're more sensitive and much more advanced in our thinking than any of them ever suspect!
Love, what is love? I don't think you can really put it into words.
Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows. This eventually includes physical love.
You've shared something, given something away and received something in return, whether or not you're married, whether or not you have a baby.
Losing your virtue doesn't matter, as long as you know that for as long as you live you'll have someone at your side
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