He stood up and pocketed a flat tin of toy cigars called Entractes, jiggled the one in his mouth up and down and looked at me carefully along his nose, with his head thrown back.
Bera zutik jarri eta Entractes izeneko puru txikitxoen ontzi txapal bat sartu zuen poltsikoan; ahoan zeukanari gora eta behera eragin eta arretaz begiratu zidan sudurraren gainetik, burua atzera botata.