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First published in Great Britain by Hamish Hamilton 1987
Published in Penguin Books 1988
Reissued in this edition 2010
Copyright © William Boyd, 1987
Cover image Louise Brooks Publicity shot, 1927.
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ISBN: 978-0-241-97039-3
1 Beginnings
2 A Sentimental Education
3 ‘L’homme de l’extrême gauche’
4 New Geometries, New Worlds
5 WOCC
6 The Confessions
7 Superb-Imperial
8 Julie
9 Passions
10 Comrades
11 The Confessions: Part I
12 End of an Era
13 The End of the Affair
14 Dog Days
15 Pacific Palisades
16 The Kid
17 The Invasion of St Tropez
18 Berlin. Year Zero
19 The Hollywood One
20 The Last Walk of Jean-Jacques Rousseau
21 John James Todd on the Beach
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For Susan
Monsieur Rousseau embraced me. He kissed me several times, and held me in his arms with elegant cordiality. Oh, I shall never forget that I have been thus. ROUSSEAU: ‘Goodbye, you are a fine fellow.’ BOSWELL: ‘You have shown me great goodness. But I deserved it.’ ROUSSEAU: ‘Yes, you are malicious, but ’tis a pleasant malice, a malice I don’t dislike. Write and tell me how you are.’ BOSWELL: ‘And you will write to me?’ … ROUSSEAU: ‘Yes.’ BOSWELL: ‘Goodbye. If you are still living in seven years I shall return to Switzerland from Scotland to see you.’ ROUSSEAU: ‘Do so. We shall be old acquaintances.’ BOSWELL: ‘One word more. Can I feel sure that I am held to you by a thread, even if of the finest? By a hair?’ (Seizing a hair of my head.) ROUSSEAU: ‘Yes. Remember always that there are points at which our souls are bound.’ BOSWELL: ‘It is enough. I, with my melancholy, I, who often look upon myself as a despicable being, a good for nothing creature who should make his exit from life – I shall be upheld for ever by the thought that I am bound to Rousseau. Goodbye. Bravo! I shall live to the end of my days.’ ROUSSEAU: ‘This is undoubtedly a thing one must do. Goodbye.’
The Private Papers of James Boswell