It was that reverie which we give to things that will not return, the lassitude that seizes you after everything was done; that pain, in fine, that the interruption of every wonted movement, the sudden cessation of any prolonged vibration, brings on.
Sekulan itzuliko ez denaz izan ohi den ametseria zen, egitate burutu bakoitzaren ondoren hartzen zaituen lazotasuna, ohizko mugimendu ororen trenkadurak, luzaroko bibrazio baten supituko etendurak ekartzen dizun min hori.