The people in the hallways of the Paritz all seemed to be on their way to be shot and so did the clerks behind the big desk, all of them just ripe for it, and the character down at the door with his uniform as blue as the sky and as golden as the sun, the doorman, and the officers and generals walking this way and that not nearly so gorgeous of course, but in uniform all the same, all ripe to be shot, there'd be shooting from every side, no one would escape, not this one, not that or the other.
Paritz Hoteleko trantsitoetan pasatzen ziren guziek iduri zuten abian zirela tiro-jasa hartzera, eta dirukaxa haundiaren morroiak ere bai, hartarako propio jarriak, eta beheitiko gizona bera, Paritzen, atezaina, hala esaten zioten, uniformatua, zerua bezain urdin eta eguzkia bezain urre-koloreko, eta bai militar batzuk, ofizial noragabeak, jeneralak, ez hura bezain sotil, baina uniformaturik horraatik, ikaragarrizko tiro-jasa nonahi, inor ere ez salbatzeko modukoa, ez batzuk ez besteak.