The perspiration in which he was bathed was cooling and the sun which burnt his back, his head and his arm – bare to the elbow – added to his strength and perseverance in his task, and those unconscious intervals when it became possible not to think of what he was doing recurred more and more often. The scythe seemed to mow of itself.
El sudor que le bañaba le producía cierto frescor y el sol que le quemaba las espaldas, la cabeza, los brazos, arremangados hasta el codo, le daba más vigor y más tenacidad en el esfuerzo. Cada vez eran más frecuentes los momentos en que trabajaba como sin darse cuenta, y la guadaña parecía entonces que segase por sí sola.