My reflections were too undefined and fragmentary to merit record: I hardly yet knew where I was; Gateshead and my past life seemed floated away to an immeasurable distance; the present was vague and strange, and of the future I could form no conjecture.
Yo no me daba apenas cuenta de mi situación. Gateshead y mi vida anterior me parecían flotar a infinita distancia, el presente era aún vago y extraño, y no podía conjeturar nada sobre el porvenir.