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 recovered from my dangerous illness, I did not regain my
strength; my stomach was weak, some remains of the fever kept me in a
languishing condition, and the only inclination I was sensible of, was
to end my days near one so truly dear to me; to confirm her in those
good resolutions she had formed; to convince her in what consisted the
real charms of a happy life, and, as far as depended on me, to render
hers so; but I foresaw that in a gloomy, melancholy house, the continual
solitude of our tete-a-tetes would at length become too dull and
monotonous: a remedy presented itself: Madam de Warens had prescribed
milk for me, and insisted that I should take it in the country; I
consented, provided she would accompany me; nothing more was necessary
to gain her compliance, and whither we should go was all that remained
to be determined on. Our garden (which I have before mentioned) was not
properly in the country, being surrounded by houses and other gardens,
and possessing none of those attractions so desirable in a rural
retreat; besides, after the death of Anet, we had given up this place
from economical principles, feeling no longer a desire to rear plants,
and other views making us not regret the loss of that little retreat.
Improving the distaste I found she began to imbibe for the town, I
proposed to abandon it entirely, and settle ourselves in an agreeable
solitude, in some small house, distant enough from the city to avoid the
perpetual intrusion of her hangers-on. She followed my advice, and this
plan, which her good angel and mine suggested, might fully have secured
our happiness and tranquility till death had divided us--but this was
not the state we were appointed to; Madam de Warens was destined to
endure all the sorrows of indigence and poverty, after having passed the
former part of her life in abundance, that she might learn to quit it
with the less regret; and myself, by an assemblage of misfortunes of all
kinds, was to become a striking example to those who, inspired with
a love of justice and the public good, and trusting too implicitly
to their own innocence, shall openly dare to assert truth to mankind,
unsupported by cabals, or without having previously formed parties to
protect them.
An unhappy fear furnished some objections to our plan: she did not dare
to quit her ill-contrived house, for fear of displeasing the proprietor.
“Your proposed retirement is charming,” said she, “and much to my taste,
but we are necessitated to remain here, for, on quitting this dungeon,
I hazard losing the very means of life, and when these fail us in the
woods, we must again return to seek them in the city. That we may have
the least possible cause for being reduced to this necessity, let us
not leave this house entirely, but pay a small pension to the Count
of Saint-Laurent, that he may continue mine. Let us seek some little
habitation, far enough from the town to be at peace, yet near enough to
return when it may appear convenient.”
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