The consciousness that I was yet pure and honourable rose to my head, filled me with a splendid sense of having principle, character, of being a shining white beacon in a muddy, human sea amidst floating wreck.
Zintzo izatearen kontzientzia burura igo zitzaidan, setatsua nintzeneko dartada zoragarria sentitu nuen: gizateriaren itsas uharrean dagoen naufragio hondakinez inguratutako faro zuria nintzen.