But whilst she wrote it was another man she saw, a phantom fashioned out of her most ardent memories, of her finest reading, her strongest lusts, and at last he became so real, so tangible, that she palpitated wondering, without, however, the power to imagine him clearly, so lost was he, like a god, beneath the abundance of his attributes.
Baina, idaztean, beste gizon bat hautematen zuen, fantasma bat bere oroitzapen sutsuenez egina, bere irakurtza ederrenez, bere irrits bortitzenez egina; eta azkenerako hain egitazkoa era atzemankorra bilakatzen zen gizona non Emmak liluraturik pilpiratzen baitzuen, halere ordea zehazki irudikatu ezinik, hainbaterainoxe galtzen baitzen hura, jainko baten gisa, bere atributuen joritasunaren pean.