My dearest diary, yesterday I rejoiced in a most exceptional of occasions by attending Le Hermitage Salon. Upon arrival, I quickly took a seat in the back of the room, which was located in the library, and made sure my every minute detail was in accordance for the guests I would be preparing to meet. I brushed my wig, through on my red coat, and scoped out the food while I watched people file in. Finally, the orchestrator of the event, Jean-Jacques Rousseau himself, as well as the Salon owner Madame Geoffrin, called upon the attention of all the distinguished guests. They reassured us that we were all geniuses in our own right, which I honestly didn’t need to be told, and encouraged us all to meet and discuss our personal views with one another.
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Knowing I had to back up such a grand monarch who I have enjoyed the patronage of over the years, I quickly barged into the conversation. At first, Montesquieu quickly accused me of having little to say, calling me “just a musician”; it is clear he has not seen any of my operas, nor will he be invited to any in the near future. Listening to him drone on got a bit dull, and I decided to lampoon him by bringing up my own ideas of liberation, government, and religious tolerance which were so much better then his. Obviously surprised at my eloquent attack, he resorted back to his such trite obsession with his three branches of government. Weakened by my blows, his highness Frederick the Great finished him off with talk of how real government should be run; absolutely. Turning around to get more refreshments, I was engaged by Jean-Jacques Rousseau. Knowing that Rousseau was a radical and seemed to possess an opinion on everything he could force his nose into, I made sure to approach this conversation delicately. I began by asking him of his membership in the Jacobin Club, an anti-royalist organization that I thoroughly disliked. He went on to tell me that he was a popular member of the group, which was disappointing to hear, but we quickly reconciled while discussing our shared belief that religions are equal and should be
Knowing I had to back up such a grand monarch who I have enjoyed the patronage of over the years, I quickly barged into the conversation. At first, Montesquieu quickly accused me of having little to say, calling me “just a musician”; it is clear he has not seen any of my operas, nor will he be invited to any in the near future. Listening to him drone on got a bit dull, and I decided to lampoon him by bringing up my own ideas of liberation, government, and religious tolerance which were so much better then his. Obviously surprised at my eloquent attack, he resorted back to his such trite obsession with his three branches of government. Weakened by my blows, his highness Frederick the Great finished him off with talk of how real government should be run; absolutely. Turning around to get more refreshments, I was engaged by Jean-Jacques Rousseau. Knowing that Rousseau was a radical and seemed to possess an opinion on everything he could force his nose into, I made sure to approach this conversation delicately. I began by asking him of his membership in the Jacobin Club, an anti-royalist organization that I thoroughly disliked. He went on to tell me that he was a popular member of the group, which was disappointing to hear, but we quickly reconciled while discussing our shared belief that religions are equal and should be