The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete
Jean-Jacques Rousseau · en
Another connection of the same time, that is not yet extinguished, and
continues to flatter me with the idea of temporal happiness, which it is
so difficult to obliterate from the human heart, is Monsieur de Conzie,
a Savoyard gentleman, then young and amiable, who had a fancy to learn
music, or rather to be acquainted with the person who taught it. With
great understanding and taste for polite acquirements, M. de Conzie
possessed a mildness of disposition which rendered him extremely
attractive, and my temper being somewhat similar, when it found a
counterpart, our friendship was soon formed. The seeds of literature
and philosophy, which began to ferment in my brain, and only waited
for culture and emulation to spring up, found in him exactly what was
wanting to render them prolific. M. de Conzie had no great inclination
to music, and even this was useful to me, for the hours destined for
lessons were passed anyhow rather than musically; we breakfasted,
chatted, and read new publications, but not a word of music.
The correspondence between Voltaire and the Prince Royal of Prussia,
then made a noise in the world, and these celebrated men were frequently
the subject of our conversation, one of whom recently seated on a
throne, already indicated what he would prove himself hereafter, while
the other, as much disgraced as he is now admired, made us sincerely
lament the misfortunes that seemed to pursue him, and which are so
frequently the appendage of superior talents. The Prince of Prussia had
not been happy in his youth, and it appeared that Voltaire was formed
never to be so. The interest we took in both parties extended to all
that concerned them, and nothing that Voltaire wrote escaped us. The
inclination I felt for these performances inspired me with a desire to
write elegantly, and caused me to endeavor to imitate the colorings of
that author, with whom I was so much enchanted. Some time after, his
philosophical letters (though certainly not his best work) greatly
augmented my fondness for study; it was a rising inclination, which,
from that time, has never been extinguished.