At Combray, as every afternoon ended, long before the time when I should have to go up to bed, and to lie there, unsleeping, far from my mother and grandmother, my bedroom became the fixed point on which my melancholy and anxious thoughts were centred.
Combray-n, egunero, ilunabar aldera, logela izaten nuen neure kezken kokaleku finko eta mingarri, oheratu eta, loak hartu gabe, amarengandik eta amonarengandik urrun egon beharko nuèn ordua baino franko lehenagotik ere.