My secret repressions and unconfessed fright in face of the Masked Ball were by no means lessened by the feelings provoked in me by the cinema. On the contrary, they had grown to uncomfortable proportions and I had to shake myself and think of Hermine before I could go to the Globe Rooms and dared to enter.
Maskara-dantzaren aurrean nituen lotsa ezkutuak, nire beldur aitorrezinak ezin ziren zinemaren eta hango zirikaden bidez txikiagotu, aldiz gisa gaizto batez areagotu zitzaizkidan eta Herminerekin pentsatuz nire barnea bortxatu egin behar izan nuen Globus aretoetara jo eta bertan sartzeko.