Confessions of J. J. Rousseau, the — Volume 03 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 58 pages of information about Confessions of J. J. Rousseau, the — Volume 03.

Confessions of J. J. Rousseau, the — Volume 03 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 58 pages of information about Confessions of J. J. Rousseau, the — Volume 03.

The arrangement of her housekeeping was exactly what I should have chosen, and I shared it with satisfaction.  I was least pleased with the necessity of remaining too long at table.  Madam de Warrens was so much incommoded with the first smell of soup or meat, as almost to occasion fainting; from this she slowly recovered, talking meantime, and never attempting to eat for the first half hour.  I could have dined thrice in the time, and had ever finished my meal long before she began; I then ate again for company; and though by this means I usually dined twice, felt no inconvenience from it.  In short, I was perfectly at my ease, and the happier as my situation required no care.  Not being at this time instructed in the state of her finances, I supposed her means were adequate to her expense; and though I afterwards found the same abundance, yet when instructed in her real situation, finding her pension ever anticipated, prevented me from enjoying the same tranquility.  Foresight with me has always embittered enjoyment; in vain I saw the approach of misfortunes, I was never the more likely to avoid them.

From the first moment of our meeting, the softest familiarity was established between us:  and in the same degree it continued during the rest of her life.  Child was my name, Mamma was hers, and child and mamma we have ever continued, even after a number of years had almost effaced the apparent difference of age between us.  I think those names convey an exact idea of our behavior, the simplicity of our manners, and above all, the similarity of our dispositions.  To me she was the tenderest of mothers, ever preferring my welfare to her own pleasure; and if my own satisfaction found some interest in my attachment to her, it was not to change its nature, but only to render it more exquisite, and infatuate me with the charm of having a mother young and handsome, whom I was delighted to caress:  I say literally, to caress, for never did it enter into her imagination to deny me the tenderest maternal kisses and endearments, or into my heart to abuse them.  It will be said, at length our connection was of a different kind:  I confess it; but have patience, that will come in its turn.

The sudden sight of her, on our first interview, was the only truly passionate moment she ever inspired me with; and even that was principally the work of surprise.  With her I had neither transports nor desires, but remained in a ravishing calm, sensible of a happiness I could not define, and thus could I have passed my whole life, or even eternity, without feeling an instant of uneasiness.

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