So I was struggling with an insurmountable difficulty; my brain got heated, my eyes watered over that sheet of paper; its hundred and thirty-two letters seemed to flutter and fly around me like those motes of mingled light and darkness which float in the air around the head when the blood is rushing upwards with undue violence.
Luchaba, pues, contra una dificultad insuperable; mi cerebro echaba fuego, mi vista se obscurecía de tanto mirar el papel; las ciento treinta y dos letras parecían revolotear en torno mío como esas lágrimas de plata que vemos moverse en el aire alrededor de nuestra cabeza cuando se nos agolpa en ella la sangre.