But since into none of these little etchings, whatever the taste my memory may have been able to bring to their execution, was it able to contribute an element I have long lost, the feeling which makes us not merely regard a thing as a spectacle, but believe in it as in a creature without parallel, so none of them keeps in dependence on it a whole section of my inmost life as does the memory of those aspects of the steeple of Combray from the streets behind the church.
Baina, grabatu txikiotako ezeinetan, oroimenean denik eta txukunen jasoak izan arren, nire oroimen horrek ezin zezakeenez aspaldidanik galdua nuèn sentipen berezi hori txertatu, hots, gauza bati ez ikusgarri gisa begiratzea baizik eta gauza hori paregabeko izaki gisa aintzat hartzea, ezin, beraz, diot, haietako ezeinek bere mendean eduki nire bizitzaren zati sakon hori, Combrayko kanpandorreak elizaren osteko karriken gainean ageri zituèn ikuspegien gomutak, ordea, eduki badaukana.