Acting Like Animals: Translation is a Thankless Job

I mean, it's just miles of crib notes and cross-references and you only ever get paid pennies per line! If my love for Bohumil Hrabal didn't burn brighter than the sun, I wouldn't waste my time translating "Too Loud a Solitude" into Lolspeak. It's yeoman's work, truly, but I suppose someone has to do it.