Et s’il me fallait rattraper mon grand-père, poursuivre ma route, je cherchais à les retrouver, en fermant les yeux; je m’attachais à me rappeler exactement la ligne du toit, la nuance de la pierre qui, sans que je pusse comprendre pourquoi, m’avaient semblé pleines, prêtes à s’entr’ouvrir, à me livrer ce dont elles n’étaient qu’un couvercle. →
And if I had then to hasten after my grandfather, to proceed on my way, I would still seek to recover my sense of them by closing my eyes; I would concentrate upon recalling exactly the line of the roof, the colour of the stone, which, without my being able to understand why, had seemed to me to be teeming, ready to open, to yield up to me the secret treasure of which they were themselves no more than the outer coverings.