I was born in 1813, the wrong fiscal year, in which so many other bad banknotes were put in circulation, and my life seems best compared to one of them. There is something of greatness about me, but because of the poor state of the market I am not worth much.
And at times a banknote like that became a family’s misfortune.
Happy Birthday Soren Kierkegaard.
(To be continued)
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