My favorite version of the text—if only because it was the one that came to me when I most needed it—is the 1972 edition, translated and edited by Stanley Corngold,…
For nearly ten years I had lain beside him: the snoring was a blow, but, looking back, it was also a necessary portent, an etch in our story, the fuzzy spot on a picture frame you can’t tell is from the photograph aging or a fingerprint that left its caressing mark on the glass.