they passed in a scattered sequence before me, at random, without reality, containing in themselves no beauty that my eyes might have endeavoured as in the old days, to extract from them and to compose in a picture.
barreiaturik igarotzen zitzaizkidan begien bistatik, nora ezean, sasi-egiazko, nire begiok behiala osatzen ahaleginduko ziratekeèn ezein edertasunik ez zekartelarik aldean.