XXI CONSOLATION Car peu m'importe, à présent que la nuit monte, N'avoir franchi ces portes où j'ai heurté, Si j'ai connu, si l'amertume surmonte, Cette douceur qui s'appelle éternité. Michel Galiana (c) 1991

XXI COMFORT For I don't care, now that darkness is coming down, If the doors at which I had knocked denied entry Since I could, even by bitterness outdone, Experience the soft bliss that's called eternity.

Transl. Christian Souchon 01.01.2006 (c) (r) All rights reserved

Note :

Dr Engelhardt notices that in the original text "darkness comes up", a statement which tallies with his mountain climber's observations...

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