and Syme could come close enough to notice even in the dim, pale morning light that his face was long, pale and intellectual, and ended in a small triangular tuft of dark beard at the very point of the chin, all else being clean-shaven. This scrap of hair almost seemed a mere oversight;
Syme, aski gerturatu zenean, nahiz artean goiza argi motel, zurbil bat baino ez izan, ohartu zen aurpegia luze-zurbila zuela, intelektuala, adats iluneko bizar-modu triangular txiki batez errematatua, kokotsaren punta-puntan, osterantzean bizar-biboteak moztuak baitzituen. Ia deskuidu hutsa zirudien ile fits horrek;