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Rousseau's (not) dead!

1/3/2018

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Every year for Christmas and New Year we dread the loss of the celebrities we love, and reminisce those who died during the year. Apparently it was very much the same in Eighteenth century France, if Manon's letters are anything to go by. On 2 January 1777, she wrote to her friend Sophie Cannet:

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Rousseau is not dead. He did not take a fall, as it was reported, and was not even even ill. I would have been annoyed had he disappeared before I got to see him. Were it not for certain troubles I cannot seem to shake, there are some things I might try, I would not write, as his wife refuses to accept that I am the author of my own letters, but... but... I must leave such projects to a later time. 
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At the end of his life, Rousseau moved to a villa in Ermenonville, in the North of Paris.

Unfortunately Manon never got to put these plans into action as Rousseau did die a year and a half later. On 6 July 1778, she sent the news to Sophie's sister, Henriette:

Jean-Jacques is dead. I was given the news yesterday at dinner. Immediately, I felt my appetite disappear, my stomach tighten and heave at the thought of eating anything.  Why? ... The best of Rousseau stays with us; anything else is but released from pain. His life is filled, his spirit and his sentiments are still here, so why am I so saddened? 
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Rousseau was buried in Ermenonville, and his grave became a place of pilgrimage for his fans.
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Christmas Eve in Paris, 1776

12/27/2017

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​In the winter 1776, Manon Phlippon was 22. She lived alone with her father in Paris on the Quai de l'Horloge, - she had not yet met her husband, Jean-Marie Roland - and she spent much of her time writing in her room, letters or essays in political philosophy.
 
Late on Christmas eve, as the revellers were going home, she wrote a letter to her close friends, Henriette and Sophie Cannet.

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Aristocratic supper.

​As my letter is dated one o'clock in the morning, you may imagine that I am enjoying the greatest calm. Not at all! The carriages are as loud as if they were possessed. The agitation, the racket reminds me of the crowds coming out of the theatre at night. All the Paris mistresses, the fashionable young men, the pretty friars, etc. have been to dine in town and are currently traveling home, livened up by champagne, a few verses and fine epigrams, and with all the enthusiasm of people flying to a secret meeting.
 
I came to my room at eleven and made an extract of an interesting work by a Genevan on the English Constitution, which is a curious monument for observant eyes. But right now I need to follow my libertine streak, which tells me to write with no object, beating around the bush, whimsically letting all my fantasies and mad ideas take the lead for a quarter of an hour. This small relaxation which friendship makes so delicious, will be good for my health. For the last few days, I have not been eating - I have forgotten how. Everything I take is sour or bitter, my eyes are heavy, my imagination ferments, I am enveloped by melancholy. Unless there is some sort of a revolution, I will be ill soon. I tried to stop myself from staying up late, but the more I give in to sleep, the more it demands. It is the releasing of effort that harms me. Work, concentration, the consuming zeal they produce, tighten the spring of my existence and ease the movement of the machine. My heart must be satisfied or my mind exercised - unfortunately, the former is often impossible.
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A Christmas letter from Manon to Sophie Cannet

12/20/2017

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25 December 1776,  1am

 
As you can see, I am not gone to the midnight mass. I would have gone, as I think it is important to set an example even when one doesn't want to do it for oneself. But the weather is frightful, my father did not think it a good time to be devout, so without a fuss we stayed home.
 
You might find it strange that I should write always at the first hour. Let me tell you a something of my daily y life which will give you insight into how I spend my time. I never get up, this time of year, before nine.  I spend my morning with the housework. In the afternoon, I do needlework and I dream, building everything I fancy in my mind, poems, arguments, projects, etc. In the evening I normally read till dinner time, which is uncertain because it depends on when the master comes home. He is out at all times exept meal times, without telling me, or caring for any of his affairs, and too often leaves me to deal with those who come to do business with him. He usually gets home at half past nine, but sometimes ten or later. Supper is soon over, since when there are few dishes, one eats fast and there is no conversation no feast can last long. In between dishes, I always attempt conversation but my attempts are foiled by his careless replies. I am always trying to hold a thread; but though I do my best, it is always in vain. Eventually time passes and it is eleven. My father throws himself in his bed, and I go to my room, where I write two or three. 
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From Manon Roland on this day 235 years ago

8/9/2017

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In August 1782, Manon was in Amiens, while her husband, travelling for business, was in Paris. Jean-Marie Roland was inspector of Commerce and Manufactures, had his office in Amiens. The couple lived there for the first four years of their marriage (1780-1784) and their daughter was born there in October 1781. Most of the time, the couples were working on an Encyclopedia of textile manufacture, gathering expert articles, researching and writing, and editing. When Jean-Marie was promoted to general inspector, the family moved to Lyon, and Manon was able to live in the family's nearby country home, Le Clos.

Whenever they were apart, the couple corresponded.
On 8 August 1782, Manon wrote to Jean-Marie:
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I hear, my friend, from M.d'Antic, that you are arrived, and while at first I only meant to let you know through him how pleased I was, I thought that at the same time I should pass on to you the included, which is from Villefranche where you must reply. It came together with a piece for Despreaux, from the lawyer Dessertines who disserts on Greek chronlogy as an ex-jesuit. (Please don't tell  the chanoine this is from me, as it talks about the Deluge, and Moses, etc, things and people I don't wish others to think I have fallen out with).
I will wait for you before sending that letter in which we ask advice from the historian from Dieppe, or I will send it, as you wish. I was not planning to write to you today, but was waiting for yours to reply to. I spent all my time yesterday reasoning with a young lady in order to prove to her that it was more admirable and agreeable to be a praiseworthy wife and mother of a respectable family, even in cases where it makes for a difficult life, than to remain a bored spinster. And, well, I think we will eventually succeed!
Monsieur d'Antic was Bosc d'Antic, who, after 1789, went only by Bosc. He was a close friend of the Rolands, a botanist who helped them in the botanical part of their Encyclopedia.
 
The 'chanoine' was Roland's brother, a religious man. Both Manon and Jean-Marie were atheists, but Manon liked her brother in law very much and did not wish to argue with him too loudly.

​As to the young lady, the editor of the letters refers to Manon's childhood friend and correspondent, Sophie Cannet, who introduced her to her husband. Sophie was considering an offer of marriage from a much older man. She eventually gave in, and a few years later was a widow with two children. 
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Letter from Manon Phlipon (Roland) to Sophie Cannet in 1770. (Lot 33o Bilbliorare)
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