You may be wondering (or not) why I have suddenly chosen an avatar. Well, it's a long story, going back some 35 years.
When I was an undergrad at UEA, I used to sometimes sit with postgrads on the turquoise cushions of the lounge bar (the posher of the two) on the Plain at UEA (for any of you that know that university). When browsing in the university library, I had discovered works by Witold Gombrowicz, maybe after the play Princess Iwona was staged in the Village.
The postgrads were all boasting about Musil and Trakl (whom someone called Trikl-Trakl in that witless university student way). I tried to boast that I'd found an interesting author: Witold Gombrowicz. But the intellectuals were not ready for it. I was a mere undergraduate. How could such a person discover anything?
The postgrad Steve Giles (now a lecturer at Nottingham University) started teasing me and calling me "Witold" - i.e. Gombrowicz' first name - as a bit of a put-down, pronouncing the "w" in the English way.
So, 35 years later, this is the revenge of the translator of postmodernist novels from the Estonian that I have subsequently become.