Great gods above, that horrible and cursed little book !
Surely you sent it to your Catullus, so that he might die, again and again, on that day, during the Saturnalia too, the best of days !
It won't end like this for you, oh no, my clever one.
We head to the fleshpots of the Neues Berlin to celebrate the mid-winter.
Please note this is the last meeting of the year.