Because of that dim light, to tell the truth, I never really managed to get a good look at Pomone, and though we had long conversations and even worked together for a time, though he made me all sorts of propositions and confided any number of sensitive secrets, I should be quite incapable of recognizing him today if I met him in hell.
Eserita egoten zen beti, dena jaulkiarazteko moduko argi-ilun faltso baten erdian. Erdilunpe horrexek galerazi zidan, egia esan behar badut, Pomoneri behin ere erabat gustora begiratzea, eta elkarrizketan luze aritu baginen ere, elkar-lanean ere bai puska batez, eta proposamen lizun batzuk eta zernahi konfidentzia arriskutsu egin bazizkidan ere, infernuan topatuta ez nintzateke inola hura ezagutzeko gauza.