Rousseau Goes Flashing

From Jean-Jacques Rousseau's CONFESSIONS

HAVING LEFT MADAME de Vercellis's house in almost the same state as
I had entered it, I went back to my old landlady, with whom I
remained for five or six weeks, during which health, youth, and idleness
again rendered my temperament troublesome. I was restless, absent-
minded, a dreamer. I wept, I sighed, I longed for a happiness of which I
had no idea, and of which I nevertheless felt the want. This state cannot be
described; only few men can even imagine it, because most of them have
anticipated this fulness of life, at once so tormenting and so delicious,
which, in the intoxication of desire, gives a foretaste of enjoyment. My
heated blood incessantly filled my brain with girls and women; but,
ignorant of the relations of sex, I made use of them in my imagination in
accordance with my distorted notions, without knowing what else to do
with them; and these notions kept my feelings in a state of most
uncomfortable activity, from which, fortunately, they did not teach me
how to deliver myself. I would have given my life to have found another
Mademoiselle Goton for a quarter of an hour. But it was no longer the
lime when childish amusements took this direction as if naturally. Shame,
the companion of a bad conscience, had made its appearance with
advancing years; it had increased my natural shyness to such an extent
that it made it unconquerable; and never, neither then nor later, have I
been able to bring myself to make an indecent proposal, unless she, to
whom I made 'it, in some measure forced me to it by her advances, even
though I knew that she was by no means scrupulous, and felt almost
certain of being taken at my word.

My agitation became so strong that, being unable to satisfy my desires, I
excited them by the most extravagant behaviour. I haunted dark alleys and
hidden retreats, where I might be able to expose myself to women in the
condition in which I should have liked to have been in their company.

What they saw was not an obscene object, I never even thought of such a
thing; it was a ridiculous object. The foolish pleasure I took in displaying it
before their eyes cannot be described. There was only one step further
necessary for me to take, in order to gain actual experience of the
treatment I desired, and I have no doubt that some one would have been
bold enough to afford me the amusement, while passing by, if I had had
the boldness to wait. This folly of mine led to a disaster almost as comical,
but less agreeable for myself.

One day, I took up my position at the bottom of a court where there was
a well, from which the girls of the house were in the habit of fetching
water. At this spot there was a slight descent which led to some cellars by
several entrances. In the dark I examined these underground passages,
and finding them long and dark, I concluded that there was no outlet, and
that, if I happened to be seen and surprised, I should find a safe hiding-
place in them. Thus emboldened, I exhibited to the girls who came to the
well a sight more laughable than seductive. The more modest pretended
to see nothing; others began to laugh; others felt insulted and made a
noise. I ran into my retreat; someone followed me. I heard a man's voice,
which I had not expected, and which alarmed me. I plunged underground
at the risk of losing myself; the noise, the voices, the man's voice, still
followed me. I had always reckoned upon the darkness; I saw a light. I
shuddered, and plunged further into the darkness. A wall stopped me,
and, being unable to go any further, I was obliged to await my fate. In a
moment I was seized by a tall man with a big moustache, a big hat, and a
big sword, who was escorted by four or five old women, each armed with a
broom-handle, amongst whom I perceived the little wretch who had
discovered me, and who, no doubt, wanted to see me face to face.
 
 

Nineteenth-century translation