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.
Elmúlt életem és Gateshead mérhetetlen messzeségbe távolodtak tőlem. A jelen homályos volt és furcsa, a jövőt el sem tudtam képzelni.