It had satisfied me and filled my whole life that I could run faster and jump higher than my neighbour; but now all that seemed such a little thing, and I yearned, and yearned, and looked up at the big arching sky, and down at the flat blue sea, and felt that there was something wanting, but could never lay my tongue to what that something was.
Je soupirais, je levais les yeux vers la vaste voûte du ciel, puis je les portais sur la surface bleue de la mer. Je sentais quil me manquait quelque chose, mais je narrivais point à pouvoir dire ce quétait cette chose.