You would have said that her half-opened lips were just about to speak. It was all no more, however, than a wax cast, a mask in plaster, the sculptor's design for a monument, a bust to be exhibited in the Palace of Industry, where the public would most certainly gather in front of it and marvel to see how the sculptor, in expressing the unchallengeable dignity of the Verdurins, as opposed to that of the La Trémoïlles or Laumes, whose equals (if not, indeed, their betters) they were, and the equals and betters of all other 'bores' upon the face of the earth, had managed to invest with a majesty that was almost Papal the whiteness and rigidity of his stone.
Ahoa ere erdi irekia, mintzatzeko zorian iduri. Argizari hutsa besterik ez zen, igeltsuzko txantxoa, oroitarri baterako maketa, Industriaren Jauregirako busto bat, zeinaren aurrean geldituko baitzen dudarik gabe jendea mirestearren nola iritsia zen zizelkaria, Trémoïlletar eta Laumestar guztiei aitzi, hots, munduko aspergarri ororen kontra, Verdurintarren duintasun ezin iraungizkoa mamiaraziz, harriaren zuritasun eta zurruntasunari halako maiestate ia papajauntarra emateraino.