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Last Christmas baba gave me a copy of William Whobrey's translation of The Nibelungenlied (with the Klage), under the reasoning that if I liked a tabletop RPG based on the Dragon Age games (of which he'd only played part of one prologue, mostly spent wheezing at the choices in boob armour), then what I needed in my life was the English version of an epic Middle High German poem most people have never even heard about, obviously.
(Just writing that sentence is making me wanna hug his head and laugh at him so much. God, I love my father.)
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