Question

Then my sole relief was to walk along the corridor of the third storey, backwards and forwards, safe in the silence and solitude of the spot, and allow my mind's eye to dwell on whatever bright visions rose before it--and, certainly, they were many and glowing; to let my heart be heaved by the exultant movement, which, while it swelled it in trouble, expanded it with life; and, best of all, to open my inward ear to a tale that was never ended--a tale my imagination created, and narrated continuously; quickened with all of incident, life, fire, feeling, that I desired and had not in my actual existence.

Accepted Answer

Cuando sentía con mucha intensidad aquellas impresiones, mi único alivio consistía en subir al tercer piso, pasear a lo largo del pasillo y dejar que mi imaginación irguiese ante mí, en la soledad, un cuento maravilloso que nunca acababa: la narración, llena de color, fuego y sensaciones, de la existencia que yo deseaba vivir y no vivía.

Y La Tale Mi En De Sole Relief