As it is, we perhaps do best in chronicling the fact and passing on.

The harmless young are allowed to play without monition or watching among the deep open graves of temperament; and Rousseau, telling the tale of his inmost experience, unlike the physician and the moralist who love decorous surfaces of things, did not spare himself nor others a glimpse of the ignominies to which the body condemns its high tenant, the soul.[12] The second piece of experience which he acquired at Bossey was the knowledge of injustice and wrongful suffering as things actual and existent.

Circumstances brought him under suspicion of having broken the teeth of a comb which did not belong to him.

He was innocent, and not even the most terrible punishment could wring from him an untrue confession of guilt.

The root of his constancy was not in an abhorrence of falsehood, which is exceptional in youth, and for which he takes no credit, but in a furious and invincible resentment against the violent pressure that was unjustly put upon him.