And when the cigar was finished and I had (I suppose) inhaled as much beauty as I could, I went off into the most delightful sleep, regardless of my train to Strelsau and of the fast-waning afternoon.
Eta zigarroa bukatu eta ahalik eta edertasun handiena irentsi ondoren (hala uste dut), lo gozo batek bereganatu ninduen, Strelsauerako trenaz eta arratsaldearen igarotze azkarraz batere gogoratu gabe.