Then he took down from the rack the old and oily clay pipe, which was to him as a counsellor, and, having lit it, he leaned back in his chair, with the thick blue cloud-wreaths spinning up from him, and a look of infinite languor in his face.
Luego tomó del estante la vieja y grasienta pipa que le servía de consejera y, después de encenderla, se recostó en su butaca, emitiendo densas espirales de humo azulado, con una expresión de infinita languidez en el rostro.