Even in that close den, perpetually filled with the din of knives, plates, cans, clamorous voices, sudden struggles and stampedes, there was something Homeric in Syme's mirth which made many half-drunken men look round.
Plateren, poteen, ahots deiadartsu, tupusteko borroka eta arrapaladako ihesaldien harrabots atergabez beteriko zulo haren erdian ere, bazen Syme-ren algara hartan zerbait homerikoa, erdi-mozkorturiko gizon askori burua jirarazi ziona.