I followed it up from the days of childhood, when I had walked with my father's hand, and through the self-denying toils of my professional life, to arrive again and again, with the same sense of unreality, at the damned horrors of the evening. I could have screamed aloud;
nire lanbideari dagozkion nekeetan zehar jarraiki nintzaion, eta, irrealtasun-sentsazio berberarekin, gau hartako bihotz-ikarara itzultzen nintzen behin eta berriro.