Diderot and the Encyclopædists (Vol. 2 of 2)Morley, John
Philosophy
Diderot and the Encyclopædists (Vol. 2 of 2)
Morley, John
Diderot, Denis, 1713-1784; Encyclopedists
_He._--I will tell you. [Before beginning he heaved a profound
sigh, and clasped his brow with his two hands. Then he recovers his
tranquillity and says:]
You know that I am an ignoramus, a fool, a madman, an impertinent,
a sluggard, a glutton....
_I._--What a panegyric!
_He._--'Tis true to the letter, there is not a word to take away;
prithee, no debate on that. No one knows me better. I know myself
and I do not tell the whole.
_I._--I have no wish to cross you, and I will agree to anything.
_He._--Well, I used to live with people, who took a liking for me,
plainly because I was gifted with all these qualities to such a
rare degree.
_I._--That is curious. Until now I always thought that people hid
these things even from themselves, or else that they granted
themselves pardon, while they despised them in others.
_He._--Hide them from themselves! Can men do that? You may be sure
that when Palissot is all alone and returns upon himself, he tells
a very different tale; you may be sure that when he talks quietly
with his colleague, they candidly admit that they are only a pair
of mighty rogues. Despise such things in others! My people were far
more equitable, and they took my character for a perfect nonesuch;
I was in clover; they feasted me, they did not lose me from their
sight for a single instant without sighing for my return. I was
their excellent Rameau, their dear Rameau, their Rameau the mad,
the impertinent, the lazy, the greedy, the merry-man, the lout.
There was not one of these epithets which did not bring me a smile,
a caress, a tap on the shoulder, a cuff, a kick; at table, a titbit
tossed on to my plate; away from the table, a freedom that I took
without consequences, for, do you see, I am a man without
consequence. They do with me and before me and at me whatever they
like, without my standing on any ceremony. And the little presents
that showered on me! The great hound that I am, I have lost all! I
have lost all for having had common sense once, one single time in
my life. Ah! if that ever chances again!
_I._--What was the matter, then?
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