Franz Kafka and I were both born on July 3 (he in Prague in 1883, me, not). This is what he wrote on his 30th birthday:
3 July. The broadening and heightening of existence through marriage. Sermon text. But I almost sense it.
When I say something it immediately and finally loses its importance, when I write it down it loses it too, but sometimes gains a new one.
A band of little golden beads around a tanned throat.
(Franz Kafka Diaries, edited by Max Brod)
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Happy Birthday to you both.
Happy Birthday! What an interesting person to share a birthday with…and to think that on the first full day of your new year, everyone celebrates with fireworks!
Happy Birthday to ya!
Why, thank you all!