The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — CompleteRousseau, Jean-Jacques
Philosophy
The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete
Rousseau, Jean-Jacques
Authors, French -- 18th century -- Biography; Rousseau, Jean-Jacques, 1712-1778
Any one will allow that it would have been extraordinary, especially
in the ardor of youth, that such a head should suffer the body to enjoy
continued health; the alteration of mine had an effect on my temper,
moderating the ardor of my chimerical fancies, for as I grew weaker
they became more tranquil, and I even lost, in some measure, my rage
for travelling. I was not seized with heaviness, but melancholy; vapors
succeeded passions, languor became sorrow: I wept and sighed without
cause, and felt my life ebbing away before I had enjoyed it. I only
trembled to think of the situation in which I should leave my dear Madam
de Warens; and I can truly say, that quitting her, and leaving her in
these melancholy circumstances, was my only concern. At length I fell
quite ill, and was nursed by her as never mother nursed a child.
The care she took of me was of real utility to her affairs, since it
diverted her mind from schemes, and kept projectors at a distance. How
pleasing would death have been at that time, when, if I had not tasted
many of the pleasures of life, I had felt but few of its misfortunes.
My tranquil soul would have taken her flight, without having experienced
those cruel ideas of the injustice of mankind which embitters both life
and death. I should have enjoyed the sweet consolation that I still
survived in the dearer part of myself: in the situation I then was, it
could hardly be called death; and had I been divested of my uneasiness
on her account, it would have appeared but a gentle sleep; yet even
these disquietudes had such an affectionate and tender turn, that their
bitterness was tempered by a pleasing sensibility. I said to her, “You
are the depository of my whole being, act so that I may be happy.”
Two or three times, when my disorder was most violent, I crept to her
apartment to give her my advice respecting her future conduct; and I
dare affirm these admonitions were both wise and equitable, in which the
interest I took in her future concerns was strongly marked. As if tears
had been both nourishment and medicine, I found myself the better for
those I shed with her, while seated on her bed-side, and holding her
hands between mine. The hours crept insensibly away in these nocturnal
discourses; I returned to my chamber better than I had quitted it, being
content and calmed by the promises she made, and the hopes with which
she had inspired me: I slept on them with my heart at peace, and fully
resigned to the dispensations of Providence. God grant, that after
having had so many reasons to hate life, after being agitated with so
many storms, after it has even become a burden, that death, which must
terminate all, may be no more terrible than it would have been at that
moment!
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