The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete — Jean-Jacques Rousseau — John Shaqi
The Confessions of Jean Jacques Rousseau — Complete
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My departure being thus determined by those who undertook the management
of my concerns, I had only to submit; and I did it without much
repugnance. Though Turin was at a greater distance from Madam de Warens
than Geneva, yet being the capital of the country I was now in, it
seemed to have more connection with Annecy than a city under a different
government and of a contrary religion; besides, as I undertook this
journey in obedience to her, I considered myself as living under her
direction, which was more flattering than barely to continue in the
neighborhood; to sum up all, the idea of a long journey coincided
with my insurmountable passion for rambling, which already began
to demonstrate itself. To pass the mountains, to my eye appeared
delightful; how charming the reflection of elevating myself above my
companions by the whole height of the Alps! To see the world is an
almost irresistible temptation to a Genevan, accordingly I gave my
consent.
He who suggested the journey was to set off in two days with his wife. I
was recommended to their care; they were likewise made my purse-bearers,
which had been augmented by Madam de Warens, who, not contented with
these kindnesses, added secretly a pecuniary reinforcement, attended
with the most ample instructions, and we departed on the Wednesday
before Easter.
The day following, my father arrived at Annecy, accompanied by his
friend, a Mr. Rival, who was likewise a watchmaker; he was a man of
sense and letters, who wrote better verses than La Motte, and spoke
almost as well; what is still more to his praise, he was a man of the
strictest integrity, but whose taste for literature only served to make
one of his sons a comedian. Having traced me to the house of Madam de
Warens, they contented themselves with lamenting, like her, my fate,
instead of overtaking me, which, (as they were on horseback and I on
foot) they might have accomplished with the greatest ease.
My uncle Bernard did the same thing, he arrived at Consignon, received
information that I was gone to Annecy, and immediately returned back
to Geneva; thus my nearest relations seemed to have conspired with my
adverse stars to consign me to misery and ruin. By a similar negligence,
my brother was so entirely lost, that it was never known what was become
of him.