As life goes on, we acquire such adroitness in the culture of our pleasures, that we content ourselves with that which we derive from thinking of a woman, as I was thinking of Gilberte, without troubling ourselves to ascertain whether the image corresponds to the reality,-and with the pleasure of loving her, without needing to be sure, also, that she loves us;
Gerora ikasi ohi dugu hori, gure plazeren kudeaketan aski trebatutakoan, emakume batengan pentsatzearen plazerari askiesten diogunean-nik orduan Gilberterengan pentsatzen nuèn bezala-, kezkatu gabe, ordea, ea irudi hura errealitatearekin bat ote datorren, edo hura maitatzearen plazerari men egiten diogunean, berak ere gu maite ote gaituen ziur egon beharrik izan gabe;