Translating Without a Judge

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Repository path: workshop/translations/voyage-jardin/R14-v1/translation.md · rendered 2026-09-09

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idT-voyage-jardin-R14-v1
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created2026-08-07
updated2026-08-07
linksworkshop/regimes/R14-matched-flattening.md, workshop/translations/voyage-jardin/R04-v1/translation.md, workshop/experiments/E-20260807-narrator-unknown/design.md
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T-voyage-jardin-R14-v1 — the same facts, flattened

What this is. R14 v0.1 matched-content flattening applied to T-voyage-jardin-R04-v1. It renders from the live English, never from the French (R14 §What it is applied to), and nothing it says differs from what the R04 text says. It is a control arm in E-20260807-narrator-unknown, not a translation of anything.

Contamination: none. No source and no comparator was consulted; the input is one frozen English text by the same hand. Cost $0. Length: 462 words against the R04's 448, a ratio of 1.031 (counted by script, not by eye — note (bey)), inside the ±15% tolerance declared in the experiment design §4 before the operators were applied.


On the way home I began to think rather ill of you. Your manner had seemed to me almost disdainful. You seemed flattered by the notice your departure was attracting, and more flattered by your turn-out. You seemed to be leaving your street, house and old friend behind you as things that were worn out and of no further use.

Little by little I let feelings very near to hatred take root in my heart on your account. I smothered them soon enough, however, because I discovered that they were nothing else in the world but envy.

Every happiness stirs up a little hatred. We want to believe that those who enjoy it have done us some grave wrong, because that lets us give a rather nobler name to a low and shameful feeling whose real name is envy, and call it just resentment, legitimate pride, or wounded dignity.

Once I had recognised that this feeling was envy I got the better of it soon enough, and I decided that you were not at fault. Deciding that I was not at fault myself was not so easy.

The devil would have small hold on us if he offered us his temptations under their true names.

Home again, I still envied your happiness, but I no longer envied it in you. You had become for me an excellent and dependable friend again as soon as I had reasonably left off expecting from you a degree of friendship that no actual friend gives. We never trouble to examine whether we are ourselves to another what we require another to be to us. Everyone wants to have a friend, and hardly anyone troubles to be one.

Since you had got clear of my ill humour, I complained about fate instead. I complained bitterly that my ill fortune would not let me set off as you had, to go and see other countries, other men and other climates. I became aware of my poverty, to which until then I had scarcely given a thought.

I asked myself whether I was to be restricted for ever in the way a goat tethered to a stake in the middle of a field is restricted. It has already eaten every blade inside the circle its rope allows it, and has to begin again on lucerne that has been eaten down until it is only as long as the pile of velvet.

As I said this I was leaning on the rail of a low window that gives on my garden, and I was looking in front of me without seeing. The sun was going down. My eyes were soon occupied by that magnificent spectacle, completely and against my will, and then my soul was occupied by it as well.

Operator log

Frozen before any profile of this text was collected. Every operator is R14 v0.1's; the propositional rule is that nothing may be added, removed or altered in what the text says.