Along with this fruitless exertion, disorder began to hold its sway again in my thoughts. I felt how my brain positively snapped and my head emptied, until it sat at last, light, buoyant, and void on my shoulders.
Nire ahalegin fruitugabeen eraginez, nahasketa hasi zen berriz nire gogoetez jabetzen; burmuina literalki lehertuko bailitzaidan sentitzen nintzen, burua hustuz, hustuz joan eta azkenik arin eta edukirik gabe soinen gainean geratuko bailitzaidan.