Could it be that the enslaved emotion was now avenging itself by deserting him, by refusing from now on to bear up his art on its wings, by taking with it all his joy in words, all his appetite for the beauty of form?
Mendeku hartu nahi ote zion orain bere sentiberatasun morrontzapekoak bertan behera utziz, bere arteari bulkada eta hegalak emateari uko eginez, berekin formaren eta adierazpenaren gozamen guztia, xarma guztia eramanez?