The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — CompleteRousseau, Jean-Jacques
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The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete
Rousseau, Jean-Jacques
Authors, French -- 18th century -- Biography; Rousseau, Jean-Jacques, 1712-1778
Though our occupation did not demand a very profound skill in
arithmetic, it sometimes required enough to puzzle me. To conquer this
difficulty, I purchased books which treated on that science, and learned
well, for I now studied alone. Practical arithmetic extends further
than is usually supposed if you would attain exact precision. There
are operations of extreme length in which I have sometimes seen good
geometricians lose themselves. Reflection, assisted by practice, gives
clear ideas, and enables you to devise shorter methods, these inventions
flatter our self-complacency, while their exactitude satisfies our
understanding, and renders a study pleasant, which is, of itself, heavy
and unentertaining. At length I became so expert as not to be puzzled
by any question that was solvable by arithmetical calculation; and even
now, while everything I formerly knew fades daily on my memory, this
acquirement, in a great measure remains, through an interval of thirty
years. A few days ago, in a journey I made to Davenport, being with my
host at an arithmetical lesson given his children, I did (with pleasure,
and without errors) a most complicated work. While setting down
my figures, methought I was still at Chambery, still in my days of
happiness--how far had I to look back for them!
The colored plans of our geometricians had given me a taste for drawing:
accordingly I bought colors, and began by attempting flowers and
landscapes. It was unfortunate that I had not talents for this art,
for my inclination was much disposed to it, and while surrounded with
crayons, pencils, and colors, I could have passed whole months without
wishing to leave them. This amusement engaged me so much that they were
obliged to force me from it; and thus it is with every inclination
I give into, it continues to augment, till at length it becomes so
powerful, that I lose sight of everything except the favorite amusement.
Years have not been able to cure me of that fault, nay, have not even
diminished it; for while I am writing this, behold me, like an old
dotard, infatuated with another, to me useless study, which I do not
understand, and which even those who have devoted their youthful days
to the acquisition of, are constrained to abandon, at the age I am
beginning with it.
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