Felix had spent a good deal of his life in looking into courts, with a perhaps slightly tattered pair of elbows resting upon the ledge of a high-perched window, and the thin smoke of a cigarette rising into an atmosphere in which street-cries died away and the vibration of chimes from ancient belfries became sensible.
Bizitzaren parte handi bat igaro zuen Felixek patioetara begira, bi ukalondoak-saretuxeak agian-leiho garai baten ertzean jarririk, zigarreta baten ke mehea kaleko hotsak galdu eta antzinako kanpandorreetako kariloien bibrazioa sentitzen zen atmosfera batera igotzen zen bitartean.