It takes place in an impalpable greyness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamour, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sickly atmosphere of tepid scepticism, without much belief in your own right, and still less in that of your adversary.
Gristasun ukiezin batean gertatzen da, oinpean ezer gabe, inguruan ezer gabe, ikuslerik gabe, auparik gabe, aintzarik gabe, garaipenerako irrika handirik gabe, galtzapenerako beldur handirik gabe, eszeptizismo epeleko giro kutsatu batean, zeure eskubidearekiko fede handirik gabe, eta gutxiago oraindik zure etsaiarenarekiko.