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
Every Sunday, after sermon-time, my companions came to fetch me out,
wishing me to partake of their diversions. I would willingly have been
excused, but when once engaged in amusement, I was more animated and
enterprising than any of them; it was equally difficult to engage or
restrain me; indeed, this was ever a leading trait in my character. In
our country walks I was ever foremost, and never thought of returning
till reminded by some of my companions. I was twice obliged to be from
my master’s the whole night, the city gates having been shut before I
could reach them. The reader may imagine what treatment this procured
me the following mornings; but I was promised such a reception for
the third, that I made a firm resolution never to expose myself to the
danger of it. Notwithstanding my determination, I repeated this dreaded
transgression, my vigilance having been rendered useless by a cursed
captain, named M. Minutoli, who, when on guard, always shut the gate he
had charge of an hour before the usual time. I was returning home with
my two companions, and had got within half a league of the city, when
I heard them beat the tattoo; I redouble my pace, I run with my utmost
speed, I approach the bridge, see the soldiers already at their posts,
I call out to them in a suffocated voice--it is too late; I am twenty
paces from the guard, the first bridge is already drawn up, and I
tremble to see those terrible horns advanced in the air which announce
the fatal and inevitable destiny, which from this moment began to pursue
me.
I threw myself on the glacis in a transport of despair, while my
companions, who only laughed at the accident, immediately determined
what to do. My resolution, though different from theirs, was equally
sudden; on the spot, I swore never to return to my master’s, and the
next morning, when my companions entered the city, I bade them an
eternal adieu, conjuring them at the same time to inform my cousin
Bernard of my resolution, and the place where he might see me for the
last time.
From the commencement of my apprenticeship I had seldom seen him;
at first, indeed, we saw each other on Sundays, but each acquiring
different habits, our meetings were less frequent. I am persuaded his
mother contributed greatly towards this change; he was to consider
himself as a person of consequence, I was a pitiful apprentice;
notwithstanding our relationship, equality no longer subsisted between
us, and it was degrading himself to frequent my company. As he had
a natural good heart his mother’s lessons did not take an immediate
effect, and for some time he continued to visit me.
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