The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete
Jean-Jacques Rousseau · en
After this I returned to my books; but my afternoon employment ought
rather to bear the name of recreation and amusement, than labor or
study. I have never been able to bear application after dinner, and in
general any kind of attention is painful to me during the heat of the
day. I employed myself, ‘tis true, but without restraint or rule, and
read without studying. What I most attended to at these times, was
history and geography, and as these did not require intense application,
made as much progress in them as my weak memory would permit. I had
an inclination to study Father Petau, and launched into the gloom of
chronology, but was disgusted at the critical part, which I found had
neither bottom nor banks; this made me prefer the more exact measurement
of time by the course of the celestial bodies. I should even have
contracted a fondness for astronomy, had I been in possession of
instruments, but was obliged to content myself with some of the elements
of that art, learned from books, and a few rude observations made with a
telescope, sufficient only to give me a general idea of the situation of
the heavenly bodies; for my short sight is insufficient to distinguish
the stars without the help of a glass.
I recollect an adventure on this subject, the remembrance of which has
often diverted me. I had bought a celestial planisphere to study the
constellations by, and, having fixed it on a frame, when the nights were
fine and the sky clear, I went into the garden; and fixing the frame
on four sticks, something higher than myself, which I drove into the
ground, turned the planisphere downwards, and contrived to light it
by means of a candle (which I put in a pail to prevent the wind from
blowing it out) and then placed in the centre of the above-mentioned
four supporters; this done, I examined the stars with my glass, and from
time to time referring to my planisphere, endeavored to distinguish the
various constellations. I think I have before observed that our garden
was on a terrace, and lay open to the road. One night, some country
people passing very late, saw me in a most grotesque habit, busily
employed in these observations: the light, which struck directly on the
planisphere, proceeding from a cause they could not divine (the candle
being concealed by the sides of the pail), the four stakes supporting a
large paper, marked over with various uncouth figures, with the motion
of the telescope, which they saw turning backwards and forwards,
gave the whole an air of conjuration that struck them with horror and
amazement. My figure was by no means calculated to dispel their fears; a
flapped hat put on over my nightcap, and a short cloak about my shoulder
(which Madam de Warens had obliged me to put on) presented in their idea
the image of a real sorcerer. Being near midnight, they made no doubt
but this was the beginning of some diabolical assembly, and having
no curiosity to pry further into these mysteries, they fled with all