"It is the little phrase from Vinteuil's sonata. I mustn't listen!", all his memories of the days when Odette had been in love with him, which he had succeeded, up till that evening, in keeping invisible in the depths of his being, deceived by this sudden reflection of a season of love, whose sun, they supposed, had dawned again, had awakened from their slumber, had taken wing and risen to sing maddeningly in his ears, without pity for his present desolation, the forgotten strains of happiness.
Arrabita nota gorenetara igoa zen, eta hantxe zetzan esperoan bezala, haiei eutsiz betiere, itxaronaldi luze berantetsian, baina gorespenez betean, jadanik ikusi zekusalako hurbiltzen ari zela, etorri zetorrela, bere igurikapenaren objektua, eta hura iritsi arte iraun nahian, hari ongietorria egin aurretik amore ez emateko eginahal etsian, biolinak bere indar-hondar guztiekin eusten zion, hari bidea zabalik uzteko, hura barnera sartu ahal zedineko bere azken senperrenari, eutsi ezean bertan behera porrokatuko litzatekeen ate bati bezalaxe.