Lo que es muy raro es sentir debilidad, verdadera debilidad por alquien, y que nos la produzca, que nos haga débiles. Eso es lo determinante, que nos impida ser objetivos y nos desarme a perpetuidad y nos haga rendirnos en todos los pleitos.

For me that's the only way of understanding a particular term that everyone here bandies about quite happily, but which clearly can't be quite that straight forward because it doesn't exist in many languages, only in Italian and Spanish, as far as I know, but then again, I don't know that many languages. Perhaps in German too, although I can't be sure: el enamoramiento--the state of falling or being in love, or perhaps infatuation. I'm referring to the noun, the concept; the adjective, the condition, are admittedly more familiar, at least in French, although not in English, but there are words that approximate that meaning ... We find a lot of people funny, people who amuse and charm us and inspire affection and even tenderness, or who please us, captivate us, and can even make us momentarily mad, we enjoy their body and their company or both those things, as is the case for me with you and as I've experienced before with other women, on other occasions, although only a few. Some become essential to us, the force of habit is very strong and ends up replacing or even supplanting almost everything else. It can supplant love, for example, but not that state of being in love, it's important to distinguish between the two things, they're easily confused, but they're not the same ... It's very rare to have a weakness, a genuine weakness for someone, and for that someone to provoke in us that feeling of weakness.

Gondolom, hogy neki is szüksége volt ellenségre, akit okolhat a nyomoráért. Ahogy egyébként bárki másnak, a szegényeknek, a középosztálybelieknek, a jómódúaknak és a peremre szorultaknak is. Senki sem képes elfogadni, hogy a dolgok néha úgy történnek, hogy senki sem felelős értük; hogy létezik balsors, hogy az emberek kifordulnak magukból, elvesznek, és maguknak keresik a szerencsétlenséget és az összeomlást.

Senki sem törődhet bele, hogy örökre tönkretették az életét.

He must have been one of those men who doesn't really notice such things and leaves it to others to sort out any awkwardness or imperfections. This is not because they are thoughtless or because they consider themselves too high and might, it's simply that their brains don't register these practicalities or the world around them.

The bad thing about terrible misfortunes, the kind that tear us apart and appear to be unendurable, is that those who suffer them believe or almost demand that the world should end right there, and yet the world pays no heed and carries on regardless and even tugs at the sleeve of the person who suffered the misfortune, I mean, it won’t just let them depart this world the way a disgruntled spectator might leave the theatre, unless the unfortunate person kills him or herself.