The crude rubber that Robinson had bought was sizzling in the middle, and the smell reminded me invincibly of the famous Telephone Company fire on the Quai de Grenelle that I'd gone to see with my Uncle Charles, who sang sentimental ballads so well.
Robinsonek erositako kautxo gordina xartaka erretzen zen erdian, eta haren usainak galerazi ezineko moduan gogorazten zidan Quai de Grenelleko Telefono Sozietatearen sute famatua, osaba Charlesekin begiratzera joan ginena, amodiozko kantak hain ederki kantatzen zekiena.