Ok, ok, there is no fuching "trains station" in Goethes Erlkoenig. That was a terrible translation, Kristy, and you should be ashamed, almost as ashamed at Ben, who sounds lak some Scottsman who maybe lerned his German in school, out in an out of the way school in the hills where the sheep are, not a university, not a real Universitaet, like the many noted German High Universities such as Heidelberg, Tuebingen, and my favorite, where I am, die Freie, which is in Berlin. You did not do the German language justice. Personally, I think the two of you must be taking drugs.

Tremendously imaginative, fun, and entertaining posting, Ben and Christy. Nevermind "Dientrinch," and his silly name. I will protect you from his inane criticism; in fact, I'll countermand it. Tomorrow when I visit Anglofritz again, I'll read your newest articles and give this podcast yet another listen, this time with my British Literature anthology in hand, so that I can follow along with Pabst's original. Your off-the-cuff interpretations were fine and refreshing -- poetic Sprudelwasser, if you will. Excellent effort, splendid work.

I want justice now!

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