The grey block of Trinity on his left, set heavily in the city's ignorance like a dull stone set in a cumbrous ring, pulled his mind downward and while he was striving this way and that to free his feet from the fetters of the reformed conscience he came upon the droll statue of the national poet of Ireland. He looked at it without anger;
Ezker aldeko Trinityren multzo grisak, hiriaren ezjakintasunaren erdian harri hits bat eraztun handi batean bezala astunki kokatuak, bihozgabetu egin zuen, eta aurrera jarraitu zuenean, kontzientzia eraberrituaren oin-burdinetatik oinak askatzeko ahaleginetan, Irlandako poeta nazionalaren estatua irrigarriarekin topo egin zuen. Haserrerik gabe begiratu zion;