Each time that I have looked from afar, at the bend of some sunny road, toward a Greek acropolis with its perfect city fixed to the hill like a flower to its stem, I could not but feel that the incomparable plant was limited by its very perfection, achieved on one point of space and in one segment of time.
Edozein bide eguzkitsutako bihurgune batean geldiunea egin eta urrundik greziar akropolis bat ikusi izan dudan bakoitzean, eta akropolisaren magalean hiria, lorea bezain bikaina, bere muinoari kaliza zurtoinari datxekon bezala itsatsia, beti sumatu izan dut landare paregabeko hari bere bikaintasunak berak halako muga bat ezartzen ziola, espazioaren puntu baten gainean eta denboraren segmento jakin baten baitan buruturiko perfekzio mugatu bat zela, alegia.