The right local colour would not tinge my words, the bustle about me, the shanties, the noise of the gangways, and the ceaseless rattle of the iron chains, fitted in so little with the atmosphere of the musty air of the dim Middle Ages, that was to envelop my drama as with a mist.
Ez nuen nire hitzen inguruan giro egokia lortzen. Alboko jarduera, langileen kantak, garabien zarata eta burdinazko kateen klanka etengabeak ez zetozen bat nire drama osoan lanbroa bezala egon behar zuen Erdi Aroko aire trinko eta lizunduarekin.