Malheureusement sur presque toutes choses j’ignorais son opinion. Je ne doutais pas qu’elle ne fût entièrement différente des miennes, puisqu’elle descendait d’un monde inconnu vers lequel je cherchais à m’élever: persuadé que mes pensées eussent paru pure ineptie à cet esprit parfait, j’avais tellement fait table rase de toutes, que quand par hasard il m’arriva d’en rencontrer, dans tel de ses livres, une que j’avais déjà eue moi-même, mon cœur se gonflait comme si un Dieu dans sa bonté me l’avait rendue, l’avait déclarée légitime et belle. →
But, alas, upon almost everything in the world his opinion was unknown to me. I had no doubt that it would differ entirely from my own, since his came down from an unknown sphere towards which I was striving to raise myself; convinced that my thoughts would have seemed pure foolishness to that perfected spirit, I had so completely obliterated them all that, if I happened to find in one of his books something which had already occurred to my own mind, my heart would swell with gratitude and pride as though some deity had, in his infinite bounty, restored it to me, had pronounced it to be beautiful and right.