And then, as we sat quietly round the table, slowly sipping Albana and nibbling zucarin, Alberto told me, in particular, about the "divining powers" of the glass that stood there in the middle of the table, as silent as any plain honest "verre" in the world, but which, until a little time ago, had been quite exceptionally, quite astoundingly chatty when they had put questions to it.
Eta mahai inguruan modu onean eserita jarraitzen genuen bitartean, batean albana edaten txurrutaka, bestean zucarìn-ak jaten, Alberto "koparen igartzeko ahalmenak" ilustratzen hasi zen, niretzat batik bat: izan ere, orduan isilik zegoen, egia zen, baina denbora piska bat lehenagora arte, galderak egin zizkioten guztiei aparteko "bizitasun" miresgarri batez erantzun zien.