and, as I sit brooding in this melancholy little town (and how melancholy the little towns of Germany can be!), I find myself taking no thought for the future, but living under the influence of passing moods, and of my recollections of the tempest which recently drew me into its vortex, and then cast me out again.
Herrixka triste honetan nago (o, zer tristeak diren herrixka alemanak!), eta nire hurrengo pausoez hausnartu beharrean, iraganeko sentsazioen eraginpean bizi naiz, lehentxeagoko oroitzapenen eraginpean, aspaldi gabe ni zurrunbiloan harrapatu eta berriro norabait jaurti ninduen zirimola haren eraginpean.