And it was at that moment, too-thanks to a peasant who went past, apparently in a bad enough humour already, but more so when he nearly received my umbrella in his face, and who replied without any cordiality to my "Fine day, what! good to be out walking!"-that I learned that identical emotions do not spring up in the hearts of all men simultaneously, by a pre-established order.
Eta une hartantxe jabetu nintzen-handik zetorrèn baserritar bati esker, zeinak, nire aterkiak ia-ia aurpegian jo zuenez, zekarrèn umore txarreko bisaia areago mikaztu eta hotz-hotzean erantzun baitzion nire "eguraldi ederra, ezta?, ibiltzeko aparta" diosalari-, orduan jabetu ni, alegia, ezen ez direla zirrara berak, ordena aurre-xedatu baten arabera, gizaki guztiengan aldi berean mamitzen.