And then it occurred to me suddenly that my parents could not fail to experience the same emotions, that they must find themselves sharing my point of view, that they perceived in their turn, that they condoned, that they even embraced my visionary longings, and I was as wretched as though I had ravished and corrupted the innocence of their hearts.
Eta orduan iruditzen zitzaidan, bat-batean, gurasoek ere, derrigorrez, nik bezalatsu sumatu behar zituztela izenaren xarma haiek, nire ikuspuntu berean kokatuak zeudela, eurek ere hautematen zituztela, eta barkatzen, eta uztartzen, nire ametsok, eta desgogara sentitzen nintzen, zorigaiztoko, gurasoak garaitu eta doilortu banitu bezala.