I did not end it in a manner becoming a rather ailing man and go to bed tempted by a hot water bottle. Instead I put on my shoes ill-humoredly, discontented and disgusted with the little work I had done, and went out into the dark and foggy streets to drink what men according to an old convention call "a glass of wine," at the sign of the Steel Helmet.
Ez nuen bukatu zerbait sufritzen duen gizonarentzat normala eta ohikoa den bezala, alegia botila bero bat hartu eta ohera joanez, baizik eta nire eguneko lanaz haserre eta nazkaturik, kukildurik, oinetakoak jantzi nituen, berokian bildu eta ilunetan eta lainotan hirira joan nintzen "Zum Sthalhelm" tabernan gizon edarizaleek ohitura zaharrei jarraiki "txikito bat" deitzen dutena edatera.