a BOOK! For four months I had not held a book in my hands, and there was something intoxicating and at the same time stupefying in the mere thought of a book, in which you could see words one after another, lines, paragraphs, pages, a book in which you could read, follow, take into your mind the new, different, diverting thoughts of another person.
Lau hilabetez eskuetan liburu bakar bat eduki gabe nengoen, liburu baten ideia hutsak, bata bestearen ondoan lerroturiko hitzak ageri dituela, ilarak, orrialdeak eta orriak, non pentsamendu berriak, ezezagunak, dibertigarriak irakurri, jazartu eta gogoan har baitzitezkeen, ideia huts horrek, beraz, zerbait hordigarria eta aldi berean sorgorgarria zeukan.