And so I would read, or rather sing his sentences in my brain, with rather more dolce, rather more lento than he himself had, perhaps, intended, and his simplest phrase would strike my ears with something peculiarly gentle and loving in its intonation.
Beraz, idatzia izan zena baino beharbada dolceago, lentoago kantatzen nuen neure baitan haren prosa, eta haren esaldirik xumeena ere doinu ezti samurrez hornitua neureganatzen.