After a short time it fills me with irrepressible hatred and nausea. In desperation I have to escape and throw myself on the road to pleasure, or, if that cannot be, on the road to pain. When I have neither pleasure nor pain and have been breathing for a while the lukewarm insipid air of these so-called good and tolerable days, I feel so bad in my childish soul that I smash my moldering lyre of thanksgiving in the face of the slumbering god of contentment and would rather feel the very devil burn in me than this warmth of a well-heated room.
Bat-batean nire baitan pizten da sentimentu indartsua, sentsazioen gogoa, hamorru bat bizitza doilor, lau, arautu eta antzu honen kontra eta gogo ikaragarri bat zerbait puskatzeko, denda bat adibidez edo katedral bat edo nire burua bera, ergelkeria bidegaberen bat egiteko, denek errespetatzen dituzten jainkoizun pare bati kopeta kentzeko, eskola mutiko bihurri pare bati hainbeste amesten duten Hamburgerako txartelak emateko, neskatil txiki bat liluratzeko edo munduko ordena burgesaren ordezkari batzuei lepoa bihurritzeko.