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
It is understood, I believe, that a child, or even a man, is likely to
be most sincere while persevering in that religion in whose belief
he was born and educated; we frequently detract from, seldom make
any additions to it: dogmatical faith is the effect of education. In
addition to this general principle which attached me to the religion of
my forefathers, I had that particular aversion our city entertains for
Catholicism, which is represented there as the most monstrous idolatry,
and whose clergy are painted in the blackest colors. This sentiment was
so firmly imprinted on my mind, that I never dared to look into their
churches--I could not bear to meet a priest in his surplice, and never
did I hear the bells of a procession sound without shuddering with
horror; these sensations soon wore off in great cities, but frequently
returned in country parishes, which bore more similarity to the spot
where I first experienced them; meantime this dislike was singularly
contrasted by the remembrance of those caresses which priests in the
neighborhood of Geneva are fond of bestowing on the children of that
city. If the bells of the viaticum alarmed me, the chiming for mass
or vespers called me to a breakfast, a collation, to the pleasure of
regaling on fresh butter, fruits, or milk; the good cheer of M. de
Pontverre had produced a considerable effect on me; my former abhorrence
began to diminish, and looking on popery through the medium of amusement
and good living, I easily reconciled myself to the idea of enduring,
though I never entertained but a very transient and distant idea of
making a solemn profession of it.
At this moment such a transaction appeared in all its horrors; I
shuddered at the engagement I had entered into, and its inevitable
consequences. The future neophytes with which I was surrounded were not
calculated to sustain my courage by their example, and I could not help
considering the holy work I was about to perform as the action of a
villain. Though young, I was sufficiently convinced, that whatever
religion might be the true one, I was about to sell mine; and even
should I chance to chose the best, I lied to the Holy Ghost, and
merited the disdain of every good man. The more I considered, the more
I despised myself, and trembled at the fate which had led me into such a
predicament, as if my present situation had not been of my own seeking.
There were moments when these compunctions were so strong that had I
found the door open but for an instant, I should certainly have made
my escape; but this was impossible, nor was the resolution of any long
duration, being combated by too many secret motives to stand any chance
of gaining the victory.
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