Whenever I get grim and spleenful, whenever I feel like knocking people's hats off in the street, whenever it's a damp, drizzly November in my soul, and I know that it's high time to get to sea again.
Goibel eta amorratua sentitzean, Kaletik doazen bizilagunei burutik kapelua kolpetik kendu nahi diedanean... nire arimak azaroaren tankera hartzen duenean, umel eta euritsua... badakit ordua iritsi dela itsasora itzultzekoa.