Madam Verdurin sat in a place apart, the twin hemispheres of her pale, slightly roseate brow magnificently curved, her hair drawn back, partly in imitation of an eighteenth century portrait, partly from the desire for coolness of a fever-stricken patient whom modesty forbids to reveal her condition, durch unseren Herrn Jesus Christus, aloof, a deity presiding over musical rites, patron saint of Wagnerism and sick-headaches, a sort of almost tragic Norn, deinen Sohn, evoked by the spell of genius in the midst of all these bores, in whose presence she would more than ordinarily scorn to express her feelings upon hearing a piece of music which she knew better than they, der mit dir lebt und herrscht in der Einheit des Heiligen Geistes, trotz der Verweiblichung, die seine Erziehung bewirkt hatte, erkannte ihn Hera als den Sohn des Zeus, donner and blitz, sie schlug ihn mit Wahnsinn, étant une clitoridienne confirmée,