I recited slowly, making myself stress the rhythm, my voice filled with pathos in an effort to pass off my poor shopsoiled goods as genuine, and, the nearer I drew to the end, the more firmly I was convinced that my exhibition was bound to fail.
Emeki errezitatzen nuen, erritmoa nabarmen uzteko ahaleginetan, ahotsa hunkiduraz zamatuz, on itxura ematearren nire salgai hondatu pobre hari, baina, bukaerara hurbiltzen nintzen heinean, gero eta garbiago ikusten nuelarik erakustaldi haren ezinbesteko porrota.