Very naughty people they say to me, “M. Just, why do you pretend as though Jean-Jacques Rousseau is your good friend, eh? Why do you do? Rousseau, he is not your friend. Non! Nor does he go to hell! You are so filled with mistakes! We do not like you! We call you stupid names, because you are stupid! Ha!”
I am not so hurt, but my heart cries a tiny bit, because, you see, I am such good friend to you and also to my friend, Jean-Jacques. Come now with me, bon amis, so we go down to Hades and look: Who is there to welcome us but M. Rousseau himself! Bonjour, bonjour, M. Jean-Jacques! Or as you Anglais say: Hallo, hallo, John-Jack!
And bonjour to you, too, King of Hell!
So you see, I always speak the true thing. Next we go to Purgatory to see my friend Napolean III.
Filed under: History, My Friends, Painting | Tagged: Jean-Jacques Rousseau, Rousseau
