Why she was there rather than somewhere else, why she was from so far away too, from Boston, why she was rich, why no one knew anything about her, not anything, no one, why these seemingly compulsory parties. And why, why, in her eyes, deep down in the depths of sight, that particle of death?
Zergatik zegoen han eta ez beste nonbait, zergatik zen, orobat, hain urrunekoa, Boston-ekoa, zergatik zen diruduna, zergatik ez zekien inork deus ere hari buruz, inork deus ere ez, zergatik eratzen zituen hartara bortxaturik bezala bilera haiek, zergatik, zergatik ageri zen haren begietan, oso urrun, barruan, begiradaren barru-barruan, heriozko partikula hura, zergatik?