He could not (from his own knowledge, at least) be aware that he was one also, since it is only with the passions of others that we are ever really familiar, and what we come to find out about our own can be no more than what other people have shewn us.
Berak ezin zuen jakin, bere baitatik bederen, bera ere hala zela, zeren inoiz ez baitugu zinez inoren grinak baizik ezagutzen, eta geureez ere zerbait jakitera iristekotan, besterenen bitartez izan behar, derrigorrez.