On the title page of a translation of one of my father's books, I read

Aus dem Amerikanischen

Mind you that no elevators, automobiles, or bums appear in the book, and discussion probably doesn't get to a thousand million of anything. Perhaps a motion is tabled.

Tags: everyday absurdity, translation

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