His father's whistle, his mother's mutterings, the screech of an unseen maniac were to him now so many voices offending and threatening to humble the pride of his youth.
Aitaren txistua, amaren marmarra, maniako ezkutuaren txilioa, bere gaztetasunaren harrotasuna apaltzera zetozen beste hainbat irain eta mehatxuzko ahots ziren orain.