While the child was asleep, a broadcast programme from London suddenly started to come through; and the next morning, to the astonishment of his crash and crash (the more daring of the boys ventured to grin at one another), Little Reuben woke up repeating word for word a long lecture by that curious old writer ("one of the very few whose works have been permitted to come down to us"), George Bernard Shaw, who was speaking, according to a well-authenticated tradition, about his own genius.
Mutikoa lotan zegoela, hara non Londrestik irrati programa bat ematen ari ziren. Eta biharamun goizean, txunditurik bere zerraita-zerramak (mutilik ausartenak irribarre egin zioten elkarri), Reuben tipia konferentzia luze bat hitzez hitz jalkiez iratzartu zen. Konferentzia hura behinolako idazle xelebre batek emana zen ("bere obrak gureganaino iritsi ahal izan diren idazle guti gutietariko bat"). George Bernard Shaw zeritzan, orduko tradizio sendoari jarraiki, bere buruaren jeinuaz mintzo ohi zen beti. Reuben tipiaren zerek...