And this too was odd: that somewhere in a green valley vines were tended by good, strong fellows and the wine pressed so that here and there in the world, far away, a few disappointed, quietly drinking townsfolk and dispirited Steppenwolves could sip a little heart and courage from their glasses.
Harrigarria zen hau ere, alegia haran berdeetan nonbait gizon jator batzuek aihenak landatu eta ardoa egin izana, horrela han eta hemen munduan, beraiengandik urruti, burges etsi batzuek, isilik zurrutean egiten dutenek, eta estepako otso galduek adore eta kemen piska bat beren kopetatik berengana dezaten.