As a marionette whose thread the operator has let go for a moment wakes to new life after a brief paralysis of death and coma and once more plays its lively part, so did I at this jerk of the magic thread throw myself with the elasticity and eagerness of youth into the tumult from which I had just retreated in the listlessness and weariness of elderly years.
Maisuari hariak ihes egindakoan, heriotz eta lozorro labur eta lelo baten ondoren berriro berpiztu, jolasean sartu, dantza egin eta ekiten dion txotxongilo baten antzera, hari magikoari itsatsita zaildurik, gazteturik eta presaka abiatu nintzen arestian nekaturik, umorerik gabe eta zaharkiturik utzi nuen iskanbilara.