卢梭这个老头儿讲给我的奇怪的是,印象中,卢梭从没年轻过,他仿佛一直是个博学固执又忧悒的老头儿。他的忧悒会随时从文字中跳将出来——琐琐屑屑真实的怨愤、怀疑、忧伤,叫我觉得,卢梭这个老头儿其实非常单纯可爱。忧悒浓雾一样拉扯在他通常的日子中,他个人情趣的十分孤单的快乐被浓雾重重包裹,这叫人有些悲伤,因为他传达快乐时,你会在想,或许是竭力逃避 Strangely enough, Rousseau, the old man who told me that the impression that Rousseau had never been younger, seemed to have always been an erudite and sad old man. His grief will jump out of the text at any time - Trotsoyau crumbs Real resentment, suspicion, sadness, told me that Rousseau this old man is actually very simple and lovely. It’s a bit sad because he is thinking of, perhaps trying to avoid, the very lonely happiness of his personal pleasure in his usual days.