Confessions of J. J. Rousseau, the — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 958 pages of information about Confessions of J. J. Rousseau, the — Complete.

Confessions of J. J. Rousseau, the — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 958 pages of information about Confessions of J. J. Rousseau, the — Complete.

After his travels he married, died young, and left children; and, I am as convinced as of my existence, that his wife was the first and only woman with whom he ever tasted of the pleasures of love.

Externally he was devout, like a Spaniard, but in his heart he had the piety of an angel.  Except myself, he is the only man I ever saw whose principles were not intolerant.  He never in his life asked any person his opinion in matters of religion.  It was not of the least consequence to him whether his friend was a Jew, a Protestant, a Turk, a Bigot, or an Atheist, provided he was an honest man.  Obstinate and headstrong in matters of indifference, but the moment religion was in question, even the moral part, he collected himself, was silent, or simply said:  “I am charged with the care of myself, only.”  It is astonishing so much elevation of mind should be compatible with a spirit of detail carried to minuteness.  He previously divided the employment of the day by hours, quarters and minutes; and so scrupulously adhered to this distribution, that had the clock struck while he was reading a phrase, he would have shut his book without finishing it.  His portions of time thus laid out, were some of them set apart to studies of one kind, and others to those of another:  he had some for reflection, conversation, divine service, the reading of Locke, for his rosary, for visits, music and painting; and neither pleasure, temptation, nor complaisance, could interrupt this order:  a duty he might have had to discharge was the only thing that could have done it.  When he gave me a list of his distribution, that I might conform myself thereto, I first laughed, and then shed tears of admiration.  He never constrained anybody nor suffered constraint:  he was rather rough with people, who from politeness, attempted to put it upon him.  He was passionate without being sullen.  I have often seen him warm, but never saw him really angry with any person.  Nothing could be more cheerful than his temper:  he knew how to pass and receive a joke; raillery was one of his distinguished talents, and with which he possessed that of pointed wit and repartee.  When he was animated, he was noisy and heard at a great distance; but whilst he loudly inveighed, a smile was spread over his countenance, and in the midst of his warmth he used some diverting expression which made all his hearers break out into a loud laugh.  He had no more of the Spanish complexion than of the phlegm of that country.  His skin was white, his cheeks finely colored, and his hair of a light chestnut.  He was tall and well made; his body was well formed for the residence of his mind.

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