He never 'saw' Basini in any vivid, plastic physical attitude, he never had a real vision. It was only ever the illusion of one, a vision of his visions. For he always felt as though an image had just flashed across the mysterious surface, and he never managed to catch it as it was actually happening.
Ez zuen inoiz "ikusi" Basini jarrera bizidun batean, gorputzezko irudi plastiko batean; ez zuen inoiz benetako ikusketarik izan: