He wanted to train me to an elevation I could never reach; it racked me hourly to aspire to the standard he uplifted. The thing was as impossible as to mould my irregular features to his correct and classic pattern, to give to my changeable green eyes the sea-blue tint and solemn lustre of his own.
Egli mi spingeva verso le altezze che non potevo conseguire, voleva vedermi sottomessa allo stendardo che spiegava: cosa davvero impossibile.