Alors, me donnant cette joie que nous éprouvons quand nous voyons de notre peintre préféré une œuvre qui diffère de celles que nous connaissions, ou bien si l’on nous mène devant un tableau dont nous n’avions vu jusque-là qu’une esquisse au crayon, si un morceau entendu seulement au piano nous apparaît ensuite revêtu des couleurs de l’orchestre, mon grand-père m’appelant et me désignant la haie de Tansonville, me dit: «Toi qui aimes les aubépines, regarde un peu cette épine rose; est-elle jolie!» En effet c’était une épine, mais rose, plus belle encore que les blanches. →
And then, inspiring me with that rapture which we feel on seeing a work by our favourite painter quite different from any of those that we already know, or, better still, when some one has taken us and set us down in front of a picture of which we have hitherto seen no more than a pencilled sketch, or when a piece of music which we have heard played over on the piano bursts out again in our ears with all the splendour and fullness of an orchestra, my grandfather called me to him, and, pointing to the hedge of Tansonville, said: "You are fond of hawthorns; just look at this pink one; isn't it pretty?" And it was indeed a hawthorn, but one whose flowers were pink, and lovelier even than the white.