I can't deny that I felt sad as I started back to Vigny at the thought that all those people, those houses, those dirty, dingy, dismal things no longer spoke to me at all, no longer spoke straight to my heart as they had in the old days, and that, chipper as I might seem, I quite possibly didn't have the strength to go on much further like that alone.
Vigny aldeko martxa hartu nuen ostera, tristatua beti ere, jende horiek denak, etxe horiek, gauza zikin eta itun horiek ez zidatelako gehiago batere hitzegiten zuzenean bihotzera, lehenago bezala, eta nik, zenbat ere harro itxurak egiten nituen, nik ere akaso ez bainuen ordurako indarrik, hasia nintzen sumatzen, bakarrik askoz haratago joateko.