Il me semblait que la beauté des arbres c’était encore la sienne et que l’âme de ces horizons, du village de Roussainville, des livres que je lisais cette année-là, son baiser me la livrerait; et mon imagination reprenant des forces au contact de ma sensualité, ma sensualité se répandant dans tous les domaines de mon imagination, mon désir n’avait plus de limites. →
It seemed to me that the beauty of the trees was hers also, and that, as for the spirit of those horizons, of the village of Roussainville, of the books which I was reading that year, it was her kiss which would make me master of them all; and, my imagination drawing strength from contact with my sensuality, my sensuality expanding through all the realms of my imagination, my desire had no longer any bounds.