And I have no doubt that then-just as a desire to have her potatoes served with béchamel sauce, for a change, would be formed, ultimately, from the pleasure she found in the daily reappearance of those mashed potatoes of which she was never 'tired'-she would extract from the accumulation of those monotonous days (on which she so much depended) a keen expectation of some domestic cataclysm, instantaneous in its happening, but violent enough to compel her to put into effect, once for all, one of those changes which she knew would be beneficial to her health, but to which she could never make up her mind without some such stimulus.
Nik zalantzarik ez daukat ezen orduan gure izebak-hala nola sortzen baitzitzaion, denbora baten buruan, purearen eguneroko ohiturara itzultzeak eragiten ziòn plazerarengatik azken finean, hartaz ez omen baitzen inoiz "nekatzen", hura noizbehinka patata bexamelatuaz ordezkatzeko desioa-, berak hain gogoko zituèn egun monotono haien metaketatik, kataklismo domestiko baten igurikapena ateratzen zuela, une bateko kataklismoa bai, baina behartuko zuena behingoz eta betiko konplitzera aldakuntza handi haietako bat, osasungarri litzaizkiokeela aitortu arren berak bere kabuz inoiz halakoei ekitera ezin deliberatu izaten zenetarikoa.