C’est que, reconnaissant alors ce même goût pour les expressions rares, cette même effusion musicale, cette même philosophie idéaliste qui avait déjà été les autres fois, sans que je m’en rendisse compte, la cause de mon plaisir, je n’eus plus l’impression d’être en présence d’un morceau particulier d’un certain livre de Bergotte, traçant à la surface de ma pensée une figure purement linéaire, mais plutôt du «morceau idéal» de Bergotte, commun à tous ses livres et auquel tous les passages analogues qui venaient se confondre avec lui, auraient donné une sorte d’épaisseur, de volume, dont mon esprit semblait agrandi. →
For what had happened was that, while I recognised in this passage the same taste for uncommon phrases, the same bursts of music, the same idealist philosophy which had been present in the earlier passages without my having taken them into account as the source of my pleasure, I now no longer had the impression of being confronted by a particular passage in one of Bergotte's works, which traced a purely bi-dimensional figure in outline upon the surface of my mind, but rather of the 'ideal passage' of Bergotte, common to every one of his books, and to which all the earlier, similar passages, now becoming merged in it, had added a kind of density and volume, by which my own understanding seemed to be enlarged.