Even that night as he stumbled homewards along Jones's Road he had felt that some power was divesting him of that sudden-woven anger as easily as a fruit is divested of its soft ripe peel.
Jones's kaletik etxerantz estropezuka joan zen gau hartan bertan ere, zera sentitzen zuen: indarren batek edo kentzen ziola, fruta helduari azal biguna kentzen zaion bezain erraz, bat-batean bilbatutako haserre hura.