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We hate the idea of someone reading our diaries, but are we entitled to privacy?

By Sam Leith   July 2011

Many years ago, something happened to me about which I still feel slightly annoyed. I’d been having a sort of thing with a girl, and left her alone in my student room. I got back to find she’d passed the time by reading the private diary I kept at the time; and in the process deduced that I was—quite unrequitedly—in love with another girl altogether. The usual teenage hell broke loose. She was furious and humiliated. I was still more furious and humiliated. How dared she? But then again, how dared I?

It seemed to me then, and still seems…

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