ABSTRACT
‘As I’ve told you many times, I’m split in two. One side contains my exuberant cheerfulness, my flippancy, my joy in life and, above all, my ability to appreciate the lighter side of things. By that I mean not finding anything wrong with flirtations, a kiss, an embrace, an off‐colour joke. This side of me is usually lying in wait to ambush the other one, which is much purer, deeper and finer’ Anne Frank (1929–1945) had only just turned fifteen when she confided those words to her diary.
