I saw myself as a dead-weary pilgrim, dragging myself across the desert of the other world, laden with the many superfluous books I had written, and all the articles and essays; followed by the army of compositors who had had the type to set up, by the army of readers who had had it all to swallow.
Bestaldeko basamortuan zehar, alferrik idatzi nituen liburu guztien zamapean, saiakera guztien azpian, txosten guztien azpian, haietan lanegin zuten tipografo guztiak, guzti hori irentsi behar izan zuten irakurle guztiak atzetik nituela.