Consequently, my present feeling is not that restless craving for love which torments us in the early days of our youth, flinging us from one woman to another until we find one who cannot endure us.
orduantxe sortzen dira gure egonarria eta benetako irrits azkengabea, zeina, matematikaren metodoen arabera, puntu batean hasi eta infinituraino luzatzen den lerro baten antzera irudika baikenezake.