But when he wrote he felt something distinctive, exclusive within him; like an island full of wonderful suns and colours, something surged up within him out of the sea of grey sensations that crowded around him with cold indifference day after day.
Idazten zuenean, ordea, zerbait berezi eta bakana sentitzen zuen bere baitan, eguzki eta kolore miresgarriz beteriko uharte baten gisakoa, egunero modu hotz eta axolagabean inguratu eta astintzen zuten sentsazio grisen itsasotik aterea.