it was always to the steeple that one must return, always it which dominated everything else, summing up the houses with an unexpected pinnacle, raised before me like the Finger of God, Whose Body might have been concealed below among the crowd of human bodies without fear of my confounding It, for that reason, with them.
beti zen, nonahi eta nolanahi, kanpandorrea sor-eta itzul-gune, beti bera ororen nagusi, etxeen gaineko erpin ustekabea, nire aurrean, gorputza jendetzaren artean ostendua zeukakeèn baina beronekin inoiz nahasten ez nuèn Jainkoaren eriaren gisa altxatua.