The man who restlessly paced the vast halls of that palace built long ago by the Seleucids, and which I had myself embellished (what a spiritless task that was!) with eulogistic inscriptions in his honor and with panoplies of the Dacian war, was no longer the man who had welcomed me to the camp in Cologne nearly twenty years earlier. Even his virtues had aged.
Seleuzidatarrek aspaldi eraikitako jauregi haren aretoetan gora eta behera urduri zebilèn gizon hura, nik neuk gainera (a ze lotsa!) bere ohoretan inskripzio lausengatzailez eta daziar panopliaz apaindua nuèn jauregi hartan bere egonezinari eutsi ezinik zebilèn gizaseme hura, ez zen, ez, zuela ia hogei urte Koloniako kanpamenduan atotsia ninduèn huraxe bera. Haren bertuteak berak ere zahartuak zeuden erabat.