When in this way there could be no objection to Albertine’s departure, I should have to choose a fine day like this⁠—and there would be plenty of them before long⁠—one on which she would have ceased to matter to me, on which I should be tempted by countless desires, I should have to let her leave the house without my seeing her, then, rising from my bed, making all my preparations in haste, leave a note for her, taking advantage of the fact that as she could not for the time being go to any place the thought of which would upset me, I might be spared, during my travels, from imagining the wicked things that she was perhaps doing⁠—which for that matter seemed to me at the moment to be quite unimportant⁠—and, without seeing her again, might leave for Venice.