Often, as he sat in Davin's rooms in Grantham Street, wondering at his friend's well-made boots that flanked the wall pair by pair and repeating for his friend's simple ear the verses and cadences of others which were the veils of his own longing and dejection, the rude Firbolg mind of his listener had drawn his mind towards it and flung it back again, drawing it by a quiet inbred courtesy of attention or by a quaint turn of old English speech or by the force of its delight in rude bodily skill-for Davin had sat at the feet of Michael Cusack, the Gael-repelling swiftly and suddenly by a grossness of intelligence or by a bluntness of feeling or by a dull stare of terror in the eyes, the terror of soul of a starving Irish village in which the curfew was still a nightly fear.
Askotan, Grantham Streeteko Davinen gelan eserita lagunaren bota ondo eginak, parea parearen ondoan hormaren kontra jarriak, miresten zituen bitartean lagunaren belarri sinplearentzat besteren neurtitz eta kadentziak, bere desira eta tristuren belo zirenak, errepikatzen zituelarik, entzulearen Firbolgtar adimen hezigabeak batean erakarri eta bestean atzera eragiten zion; erakarri egiten zuen arretaz entzuteko zuen berezko adeitasunak edo ingelera zaharreko esamolderen batek edo soin-ariketa gogorretarako zuen zaletasun handiak-izan ere, Michael Cusack, Keltaren ikaslea izana baitzen Davin-eta hurrena, berriz, bat-batean atzera eragiten zion adimenaren arruntasunak edo sentimenaren kamustasunak edo begietaratzen zitzaion izu-larri goibelak, artean etxeratze-deiaren gau-terrorea jasaten zuen Irlandako herrixka goseti bateko arimaren izu-larriak.