We all ate lunch together, that was the custom, gathered around Baryton, our boss, the esteemed alienist, with his pointed beard and short beefy thighs, a nice man except for his thrift, but on that point he could be utterly revolting, all he needed was a pretext or opportunity...
Eguerdian denak biltzen ginen bazkaltzeko, ohitura izaki horrela, Barytonen inguruan. Gure ugazabak, alienista jarraikiak, bizarra xorrotx zuen, izterra labur eta haragitsu, gizon txaloa diru kontuak alde batera utzi ezkero, kapitulu hartan erabat nardagarria izaten baitzen hartarako bide edo aitzakiarik ematen zitzaion aldiro.