He might have been up stuffing himself with eggs and bacon, irritating the dog, or flirting with the slavey, instead of sprawling there, sunk in soul-clogging oblivion.
Alors qu’il eut pu etre en train de se gaver d’oeufs au bacon, de taquiner Montmorency ou de lutiner la servante, il restait la, vautré, et l’âme livrée aux miasmes de l’oubli.