On his return he would sit in front of the picture, sometimes loathing it and himself, but filled, at other times, with that pride of individualism that is half the fascination of sin, and smiling with secret pleasure at the misshapen shadow that had to bear the burden that should have been his own.
Bueltakoan erretratuaren aurrean eseriko zen, batzuetan bai erretratua eta bai bere burua ere gorrotatuz, baina beste zenbaitetan berriz, berea bakarrik izan behar zukeen zama hura pairatu beharrean gertatzen zen itzal itxura gabeko hari barre eginez atsegin sekeretu bat hartuz, gutxienez pekatu baten liluraren erdia baduen indibidualismoaren harrotasunaz betea.