Character: Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Yes, I admit that a person can go to play, but only when between himself and death he sees only his last ecu.

Shy by nature, in my youth I was bold, but in adulthood - never. The more I saw the light, the less able to adapt to his tone.

I never so much thought, lived so hard, so not worried, was not, so to speak, so himself, as during his travels committed by me on foot and alone.

From time to time I wrote mediocre poetry, is a useful exercise for those who want to master the fine revs and to learn to write prose.

I understand that the reader don't know it all, but I really need to tell him about it.