I had learned from her, once more before the end, to confide myself like a child to life's surface play, to pursue a fleeting joy, and to be both child and beast in the innocence of sex, a state that (in earlier life) I had only known rarely and as an exception. The life of the senses and of sex had nearly always had for me the bitter accompaniment of guilt, the sweet but dread taste of forbidden fruit that puts a spiritual man on his guard.
Bere bitartez ikasi nuen, azkena baino lehen, azalekoaren jokora haur baten antzera nire burua ematen, atsegin iheskorrak bilatzen, seksuaren errugabetasunean haur eta abere izaten; nire lehenagoko bizitzan salbuespen berezi bezala ezagutu nuen egoera hori, zentzuen bizitzak eta seksuak niretzat izan ere beti erruaren keru garratza izan baitzuen, fruitu galaraziaren Busto gozo baina beldurgarria, eta horren aurrean gizon izpiritualak erne egon behar zuen.