ebullition of my blood, I was satisfied with the species of
voluptuousness I had already been acquainted with, and sought no
further. I never went to the other species of voluptuousness and had
no suspicion that I was so near it. In my crazy fancies during my
erotic passions and while I was committing extravagant acts, I
borrowed the help of the other sex in my imagination.
Thus I passed the age of puberty, with a constitution extremely
ardent, without knowing or even wishing for any other gratification of
the passions than what Miss Lambercier had innocently given me an idea
of; and when I became a man, that childish taste, instead of
vanishing, only associated with the other that I never could remove
from my sensual desires. This folly, joined to a natural timidity, has
always prevented my being very enterprising with women, so that I have
passed my days in languishing in silence for those I most admired,
without daring to disclose my wishes.
To fall at the feet of an imperious mistress, obey her mandates,
or implore pardon, were for me the most exquisite enjoyments, and
the more my blood was inflamed by the efforts of a lively
imagination the more I acquired the appearance of a whining lover.
It will be readily conceived that this mode of making love is not
attended with a rapid progress or imminent danger to the virtue of its
object; yet, though I have few favors to boast of I have not been
excluded from enjoyment, however imaginary. Thus the senses, in
concurrence with a mind equally timid and romantic, have preserved
my morals chaste, and feelings uncorrupted, with precisely the same
inclinations, which, seconded with a moderate portion of effrontery,
might have plunged me into the most unwarrantable excesses.
I have made the first, most difficult step, in the obscure and
painful maze of my Confessions. We never feel so great a degree of
repugnance in divulging what is really criminal, as what is merely
ridiculous. I am now assured of my resolution, for after what I have
dared disclose, nothing can have power to deter me. The difficulty
attending these acknowledgments will be readily conceived, when I
declare, that during the whole of my life, though frequently
laboring under the most violent agitation, being hurried away with the
impetuosity of passion I could never, in the course of the most
unbounded familiarity, acquire sufficient courage to declare my folly,
and implore the only favor that remained to bestow. That has only once
happened, when a child, with a girl of my own age; even then it was
she who first proposed it.
In thus investigating the first traces of my sensible existence, I
find elements, which, though seemingly incompatible, have united to
produce a simple and uniform effect; while others, apparently the
same, have, by the concurrence of certain circumstances, formed such
different combinations, that it would never be imagined they had any
affinity; who would believe, for example, that one of the most
vigorous springs of my soul was tempered in the identical source
from whence luxury and ease mingled with my constitution and
circulated in my veins? Before I quit this subject, I will add a
striking instance of the different effects they produced.
