They were in no way connected now with nature, with the world of real things, which from now onwards lost all its charm and significance, and meant no more to my life than a purely conventional framework, just as the action of a novel is framed in the railway carriage, on a seat of which a traveller is reading it to pass the time.
Ez zuten ezein lokarririk, ez naturarekin, ez errealitatearekin, eta berau, handik hara bere xarma guztia eta esanahi osoa galdurik, nire bizitzarentzat inguruabar konbentzional huts bihurtua zen, hala nola den nobela baten fikzioarentzat bidaiaria denbora-pasan berau irakurriz beraren gainean eserita doan aulkia dagoen treneko bagoia.