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The Confessions of J. J. Rousseau

BOOK VIII
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I thought I was in a dream; my astonishment was beyond expression, when I learned that my friend M.de Gauffecourt, upwards of sixty years of age, crippled by the gout, impotent and exhausted by pleasures, had, since our departure, incessantly endeavored to corrupt a person who belonged to his friend, and was no longer young nor handsome, by the most base and shameful means, such as presenting to her a purse, attempting to inflame her imagination by the reading of an abominable book, and by the sight of infamous figures, with which it was filled.
Theresa, full of indignation, once threw his scandalous book out of the carriage; and I learned that on the first evening of our journey, a violent headache having obliged me to retire to bed before supper, he had employed the whole time of this tete-a-tete in actions more worthy of a satyr than a man of worth and honor, to whom I thought I had intrusted my companion and myself.

What astonishment and grief of heart for me! I, who until then had believed friendship to be inseparable from every amiable and noble sentiment which constitutes all its charm, for the first time in my life found myself under the necessity of connecting it with disdain, and of withdrawing my confidence from a man for whom I had an affection, and by whom I imagined myself beloved! The wretch concealed from me his turpitude; and that I might not expose Theresa, I was obliged to conceal from him my contempt, and secretly to harbor in my heart such sentiments as were foreign to its nature.

Sweet and sacred illusion of friendship! Gauffecourt first took the veil from before my eyes.

What cruel hands have since that time prevented it from again being drawn over them! At Lyons I quitted Gauffecourt to take the road to Savoy, being unable to be so near to mamma without seeing her.

I saw her--Good God, in what a situation! How contemptible! What remained to her of primitive virtue?
Was it the same Madam de Warrens, formerly so gay and lively, to whom the vicar of Pontverre had given me recommendations?
How my heart was wounded! The only resource I saw for her was to quit the country.


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