I tried to break the spell-the heavy, mute spell of the wilderness-that seemed to draw him to its pitiless breast by the awakening of forgotten and brutal instincts, by the memory of gratified and monstrous passions.
Saiatu nintzen aztikeria hausten-oihanaren aztikeria pisutsua, mutua-, gizona bere bihozgabeko altzora bereganatu nahian zirudiena, berarengan sen ahantzi eta aberekoiak berpiztuz, munstrokeriazko grina asebeteak oroitaraziz.