Can it be out of this slightly vulgar propensity that those liars have fashioned the love of Othello, the love of Tancred? Or am I indeed to suppose that I am constructed differently from other men?
Joera arrunt samar horrekin zertu ote dute gezurti horiek Oteloren maitasuna, Tankredoren maitasuna? Edo zer sinetsi behar dut, bestela, ez naizela gainerako gizonak bezala egina?