"He felt that something was expanding, spreading inside him, warm, soft and shoreless, and this something was pulling him down to him with countless hands; suddenly he felt unbearable that they were standing here next to each other, balancing on the narrow plane of their soles, standing ridiculously upright, instead of forgetting everything and falling down and giving in at last to the sobbing wishes of their skin, to what was calling them from the depths of past millennia, from where there was nothing yet, no thought, no question, no pain, no doubt - there was only the dark bliss of blood.
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Erich Maria RemarqueAll Translations
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He felt that something was expanding, spreading inside him, warm, soft and shoreless, and this something was pulling him down to him with countless hands; suddenly he felt unbearable that they were standing here next to each other, balancing on the narrow plane of their soles, standing ridiculously upright, instead of forgetting everything and falling down and giving in at last to the sobbing wishes of their skin, to what was calling them from the depths of past millennia, from where there was nothing yet, no thought, no question, no pain, no doubt - there was only the dark bliss of blood.
""Úgy érezte, valami kiterebélyesedik, szétárad benne, melegen, lágyan és parttalanul, és ez a valami számtalan kézzel húzza le magához; hirtelen elviselhetetlennek érezte, hogy így álljanak itt egymás mellett, talpuk keskeny síkján egyensúlyozva, nevetségesen felegyenesedve, ahelyett, hogy mindent feledve leroskadnának, és engednének végre bőrük zokogó kívánságának, annak, ami régmúlt évezredek mélyéből szólítja őket, onnan, ahol még nem volt semmi, sem gondolat, sem kérdés, sem kín, sem kétely - csak a vér sötét boldogsága létezett."