My pride, my defiance, my cold ridicule, my callous irony tempt her-not as if she would want to love me-no, there is certainly not the slightest trace of any such feelings in her, least of all for me.
Nire harrotasunak, nire setak, nire destaina hotzak, nire ironia ankerrak tentatzen dute, ez maitatu nahiko banindu bezala, ez, bere baitan ez dago horrelako sentimenduen arrastorik ere, are gutxiago niri buruz.