Florent feasted his eyes on this mighty diagram washed in with Indian ink on phosphorescent vellum, and his mind reverted to his old fancy of a colossal machine with wheels and levers and beams espied in the crimson glow of the fires blazing beneath its boilers.
Florenti begiak betetzen zitzaizkion paper mehe zuri fosforeszentearen gainean tinta txinatarrez egindako plano ikaragarri harekin, egundoko makinaren baten ametsa gogora etorri zitzaion berriz ere, haren gurpilak, burdinagak, balantzinak ikusi uste zituen galdararen azpian, ikatz gorien purpura lausoak argiturik.