And then my thoughts, did not they form a similar sort of hiding-hole, in the depths of which I felt that I could bury myself and remain invisible even when I was looking at what went on outside?
Eta nire pentsamendua bera ere ez ote zen, bada, beste aterpe-txoko bat, beraren hondoan erabat barneratu ohi nintzena, handik at gertatzen zenari begiratzeko ere?