Kafka’s diary, July 5, 1914
Happy birthday, Hallie!
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“What hast thou, O my soul, with paradise? Will we not rather, when our freedom’s won, Get us to some clear place wherein the sun Lets drift in on us through the olive leaves A liquid glory?”
Ezra Pound | “Blandula, Tenulla, Vagula”
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