For often we find a day, in one, that has strayed from another season, and makes us live in that other, summons at once into our presence and makes us long for its peculiar pleasures, and interrupts the dreams that we were in process of weaving, by inserting, out of its turn, too early or too late, this leaf, torn from another chapter, in the interpolated calendar of Happiness.
Maiz gertatzen baita hori, sasoi batean beste sasoi bateko egun bat agitzea, galdu antzera, egun horrek sasi-sasoian biziarazten gaituela, hura zantzuka oroitarazten, haren baitako plazerak desirarazten, eta gaur egungo sasoian sasoiko gure ametsak eteten, Zoriontasunaren egutegi lardaskatuan desgaraian txertatuz, goizegi nahiz berantegi, beste kapitulu bati dagokion orritxo erauzia.