And if he contemplates anything at all, it is not the ghosts of past loves, but perhaps, through a narrow slit in the sunbaked wall, some silent Spanish plain, a noble, soulless land in which he recognizes himself.
Eta ezeri behatzekotan, ez die ihesiz joandako maitasun iheskorren mamuei behatzen, baina, agian so egiten dio, leihaska kiskalgarri batetik, arima gabeko herri zoragarri den Espainia horretako lautada ixilen bati, hartan bere burua ezagutuz.