He felt more forlorn and isolated than ever, but in his melancholy there was a refined pleasure, a pride in doing something strange, serving a deity that no one understood. And then, even fleetingly, something might gleam in his eyes that recalled the madness of religious ecstasy.
Sekula baino abandonatuago eta toki galduagoan sentitzen zen, baina atsegin fin bat zetzan tristura hartan, zerbait arrotza egitearen atsegina, jainkotasun ulergabe baten zerbitzari izatearen harrotasuna.