Looking at his white hands with the thick veins and the delicate long fingers toying with the two edges of a white sheet of paper before him, and at his head wearily bent to one side, no one would have expected that words would flow from his lips which would raise a terrible storm and make the members shout each other down, forcing the president to call them to order.
Nadie pensaba, mirando sus manos blancas, de hinchadas venas, que tan suavemente acariciaban con sus largos dedos las hojas de papel blanco puestas ante él, y viendo su cabeza, inclinada de lado, con expresión de cansancio, que iban a brotar inmediatamente de su boca palabras que producirían una tempestad, obligando a gritar a los miembros, a interrumpirse unos a otros y al presidente a reclamar orden.