I fell back upon subjects which still brought me into touch with Gilberte, I eternally repeated the same words, and it was no use my knowing that they were but words-words uttered in her absence, which she could not hear, words without virtue in themselves, repeating what were, indeed, facts, but powerless to modify them-for still it seemed to me that by dint of handling, of stirring in this way everything that had reference to Gilberte, I might perhaps make emerge from it something that would bring me happiness.
Lehiatzen nintzen behin eta berriro Gilberte uki zezaketèn gaien lubakian, hisikatzen nituen tai gabe hitz berberak, eta, nahiz eta jakin hitz hutsak besterik ez zirela-harengandik urrun esanak, hark entzun gabeak, dena delakoa errepikatu bai baina dena delako hori ezin alda zezaketèn hitz ahalgabeak-, hala ere, iruditzen zitzaidan ezen, maneiatuaren maneiatuz, Gilberterengandik hurbil egon zitekeèn guztia irabiatuaren irabiatuz, agian lor nezakeela lantegi hartatik zorion-etekinen bat.