Camille (La Dame aux Camilias) — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Camille (La Dame aux Camilias)
John Stuart Mill · en
To be loved by a pure young girl, to be the first to reveal to her the
strange mystery of love, is indeed a great happiness, but it is the
simplest thing in the world. To take captive a heart which has had no
experience of attack, is to enter an unfortified and ungarrisoned city.
Education, family feeling, the sense of duty, the family, are strong
sentinels, but there are no sentinels so vigilant as not to be deceived
by a girl of sixteen to whom nature, by the voice of the man she loves,
gives the first counsels of love, all the more ardent because they seem
so pure.
The more a girl believes in goodness, the more easily will she give
way, if not to her lover, at least to love, for being without mistrust
she is without force, and to win her love is a triumph that can be
gained by any young man of five-and-twenty. See how young girls are
watched and guarded! The walls of convents are not high enough, mothers
have no locks strong enough, religion has no duties constant enough, to
shut these charming birds in their cages, cages not even strewn with
flowers. Then how surely must they desire the world which is hidden
from them, how surely must they find it tempting, how surely must they
listen to the first voice which comes to tell its secrets through their
bars, and bless the hand which is the first to raise a corner of the
mysterious veil!
But to be really loved by a courtesan: that is a victory of infinitely
greater difficulty. With them the body has worn out the soul, the
senses have burned up the heart, dissipation has blunted the feelings.
They have long known the words that we say to them, the means we use;
they have sold the love that they inspire. They love by profession, and
not by instinct. They are guarded better by their calculations than a
virgin by her mother and her convent; and they have invented the word
caprice for that unbartered love which they allow themselves from time
to time, for a rest, for an excuse, for a consolation, like usurers,
who cheat a thousand, and think they have bought their own redemption
by once lending a sovereign to a poor devil who is dying of hunger
without asking for interest or a receipt.