Mais au sujet de Bergotte il avait dit vrai. Les premiers jours, comme un air de musique dont on raffolera, mais qu’on ne distingue pas encore, ce que je devais tant aimer dans son style ne m’apparut pas. Je ne pouvais pas quitter le roman que je lisais de lui, mais me croyais seulement intéressé par le sujet, comme dans ces premiers moments de l’amour où on va tous les jours retrouver une femme à quelque réunion, à quelque divertissement par les agréments desquels on se croit attiré. →
But in the matter of Bergotte he had spoken truly. For the first few days, like a tune which will be running in one's head and maddening one soon enough, but of which one has not for the moment 'got hold,' the things I was to love so passionately in Bergotte's style had not yet caught my eye. I could not, it is true, lay down the novel of his which I was reading, but I fancied that I was interested in the story alone, as in the first dawn of love, when we go every day to meet a woman at some party or entertainment by the charm of which we imagine it is that we are attracted.