Eloisa : $b or, A series of original letters — Jean-Jacques Rousseau — John Shaqi
Eloisa : $b or, A series of original letters
Jean-Jacques Rousseau · en
And yet, notwithstanding their adopting this abject doctrine, one of
the favourite topics of these societies is _sentiment_; a word by
which we are not to understand the sensation of a heart susceptible of
love or friendship: this would be thought vulgar and disgusting. No,
sentiment consists in great and general maxims, heightened by the
most sublime subtilties of metaphysics. I can safely say that in my
life, I have never heard so much talk of sentiment, nor ever
comprehended so little what was meant by it; so inconceivable are
these French refinements! our simple hearts, Eloisa, never were
governed by any of these fine maxims; and I am afraid it is with
sentiment in the polite world, as it is with Homer among the pedants,
who discover in him a thousand imaginary beauties, for want of taste
to point out his real ones. So much sentiment is here laid out in wit,
and evaporated in conversation, that none is left to influence their
actions. Happily politeness supplies its place, and people act from
custom nearly as they would from sensibility: at least so long as it
costs them only a few compliments, and such trifling restraints, as
they willingly lay themselves under in order to be respected; but, if
any considerable sacrifice of their ease or interest is required,
adieu to sentiment: politeness does not proceed so far; so far as it
goes, however, you can hardly believe how nicely every article of
behaviour is weighed, measured, and estimated. What is not regulated
by sentiment, is subjected to custom, by which indeed every thing here
is governed. These people are all professed copyists; and, tho’ they
abound in originals, nobody knows any thing of them, or presumes to be
so himself. _To do like other people_, is a maxim of the greatest
weight in this country: _and this is the mode----that is not the
mode_, are decisions from which there is no appeal.
This apparent regularity gives to the common, and even the most
serious transactions of life, the most comical air in the world. They
have settled even the very moment when it is proper to send cards to
their acquaintance; when to visit with a card, that is, to visit
without visiting at all; when to do it in person; when it is proper to
be at home; when to be denied; what advances it is proper to make, or
reject on every occasion; what degree of sorrow should be affected at
the death of such, or such a one; [25] how long to mourn in the
country; when they may come to console themselves in town; the very
day, and even the minute, when the afflicted is permitted to give a
ball, or go to the play. Every body in the same circumstances does the
same thing: they keep time, and their motions are made all together,
like the evolutions of a regiment in battalia; so that you would think
them so many puppets, nailed to the same board, or danced by the same
wire.