For an instant I stood like the man who, pipe in mouth, was killed one cloudless afternoon long ago in Virginia, by a summer lightning; at his own warm open window he was killed, and remained leaning out there upon the dreamy afternoon, till some one touched him, when he fell.
Une batez hantxe geratu nintzen, behiala Virginian, lainorik gabeko arratsalde batez, pipa hortzean zuela, uda-tximist batek akabatu zuen gizon hura bezala; bere leiho ireki bero hartantxe hil zen, eta bertatik arratsalde ameskariari begira gelditu, harik eta norbaitek ukitu eta erori zen arte. -Oraindik hemen!