"I don't want to become delirious," he whispered, clenching his fists, "what nonsense that is!" Then he'd say, "Well, eight take away ten, what's left?" Vasily Ivanovich went around like a man possessed, suggesting first one remedy then another;
"Ez diat burua galdu nahi-xuxurlatzen zuen, ukabilak estuturik-, zentzugabekeria handiagorik!" Eta berehala esaten zuen: "Zenbat da zortzi ken hamar?".