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
by taking a roundabout path, still contemplating with earnestness and
delight the beautiful scenes with which I was surrounded, those only
objects that never fatigue either the eye or the heart. As I approached
our habitation, I looked forward to see if Madam de Warens was stirring,
and when I perceived her shutters open, I even ran with joy towards
the house: if they were yet shut I went into the garden to wait their
opening, amusing myself, meantime, by a retrospection of what I had read
the preceding evening, or in gardening. The moment the shutter drew back
I hastened to embrace her, frequently half asleep; and this salute, pure
as it was affectionate, even from its innocence, possessed a charm which
the senses can never bestow. We usually breakfasted on milk-coffee; this
was the time of day when we had most leisure, and when we chatted with
the greatest freedom. These sittings, which were usually pretty long,
have given me a fondness for breakfasts, and I infinitely prefer those
of England, or Switzerland, which are considered as a meal, at which all
the family assemble, than those of France, where they breakfast alone in
their several apartments, or more frequently have none at all. After
an hour or two passed in discourse, I went to my study till dinner;
beginning with some philosophical work, such as the logic of Port-Royal,
Locke’s Essays, Mallebranche, Leibnitz, Descartes, etc. I soon found
that these authors perpetually contradict each other, and formed the
chimerical project of reconciling them, which cost me much labor
and loss of time, bewildering my head without any profit. At length
(renouncing this idea) I adopted one infinitely more profitable, to
which I attribute all the progress I have since made, notwithstanding
the defects of my capacity; for ‘tis certain I had very little for
study. On reading each author, I acquired a habit of following all
his ideas, without suffering my own or those of any other writer to
interfere with them, or entering into any dispute on their utility. I
said to myself, “I will begin by laying up a stock of ideas, true
or false, but clearly conceived, till my understanding shall be
sufficiently furnished to enable me to compare and make choice of those
that are most estimable.” I am sensible this method is not without
its inconveniences, but it succeeded in furnishing me with a fund of
instruction. Having passed some years in thinking after others, without
reflection, and almost without reasoning, I found myself possessed of
sufficient materials to set about thinking on my own account, and when
journeys of business deprived me of the opportunities of consulting
books, I amused myself with recollecting and comparing what I had read,
weighing every opinion on the balance of reason, and frequently judging
my masters. Though it was late before I began to exercise my judicial
faculties, I have not discovered that they had lost their vigor, and
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account