in place of those dreams of tempests, by which I had been entirely possessed, not wishing to see anything but waves dashing in from all sides, mounting always higher, upon the wildest of coasts, beside churches as rugged and precipitous as cliffs, in whose towers the sea-birds would be wailing; suddenly, effacing them, taking away all their charm, excluding them because they were its opposite and could only have weakened its effect, was substituted in me the converse dream of the most variegated of springs, not the spring of Combray, still pricking with all the needle-points of the winter's frost, but that which already covered with lilies and anemones the meadows of Fiesole, and gave Florence a dazzling golden background, like those in Fra Angelico's pictures. From that moment, only sunlight, perfumes, colours, seemed to me to have any value;
Baina, Pazko-oporrak gerturatu ahala, gurasoek behingoz azkenean Italia iparraldean igaroko nituela agindu zidatenean, horra nola, ordura arte nitaz goi eta behe jabetuak zirèn ekaitz-amets haiek alde batera utziz-uhin nonahitik oldarkorrak ikusteko grina besterik ez zemaidatenak, uhin gero eta gora-nahiagoak, itsasertzik basatienean lehertzen ari, labarren eiteko eliza malkar eta lakar itsas txorien garrasi-habia bihurturiko haien ondoan-, horra bada, diot, nola gailendu zen ziplo nigan, amets haiek kolpean ezabatuz, zutèn xarma guztia erantziz-arerio zeritzelako eta ahuldu besterik ezin egin zezaketelako-, beste amets bat, guztiz bestelakoa, aitzitikoa, udaberririk nabar eta zoragarrienarena, ez Combraykoa-oraindik antzigar-orratzez garratz puntuan hozitzen hasiberria-, baizik eta ordurako jadanik Fiesoleko zelaiak lirioz eta anemonaz mukurutzen eta Florentzia osoa Fra Angelicorenen antzeko urrezko hondoez distirarazten zihardukeena. Handik hara, argi-izpiek, lurrinek, koloreek, beste ezerk ez zuela merezi iruditzen zitzaidan;