But love had not been to blame for that negligence, for the harshness and indifference mingled with passion like sand with the gold borne along by a stream, for that blind self-content of a man too completely happy, and who is growing old.
ez zen Harena nire zakarkerien erantzukizuna; ez eta, ibai baten uberkan urre finarekin hondar zirtzila bezala, nire grinarekin nahasita zegoèn axolagabekeriaren hobena ere;