Upon the sort of screen, patterned with different states and impressions, which my consciousness would quietly unfold while I was reading, and which ranged from the most deeply hidden aspirations of my heart to the wholly external view of the horizon spread out before my eyes at the foot of the garden, what was from the first the most permanent and the most intimate part of me, the lever whose incessant movements controlled all the rest, was my belief in the philosophic richness and beauty of the book I was reading, and my desire to appropriate these to myself, whatever the book might be.
Irakurtzen ari nintzèn bitartean nire kontzientziak aldi berean sortzen zituèn aldarte ezberdinekiko pantaila nabar moduko hartan, aldarteok nire baitan sakonkien ostenduriko nahikarietatik lorategiaren ertzean begien bistan neukàn ortzi-mugaren ikuspegi guztiz axalekoraino zihoazelarik, nigan lehen-lehenik eta barne barnekoienetik nagusitzen zena, gainerakoa gobernatzen zuèn hozi-muin etengabe higikorra, zera zen, irakurtzen ari nintzèn liburuaren aberastasun filosofikoaz eta edertasunaz neukàn sinesmena, eta haietaz jabetzeko neukàn desira, liburua edozein zelarik ere.