Jean-Jacques comes through at last.

At least in one respect, I think Rousseau may have been right: the drive to be recognized by another whom we ourselves recognize as an equal is one of the most powerful in the human psyche.

The slow, profound shock engendered by this recognition is the most precious feeling in all of my experience, if only because it is so sadly, beautifully rare.

Jean-Jacques comes through at last.

At least in one respect, I think Rousseau may have been right: the drive to be recognized by another whom we ourselves recognize as an equal is one of the most powerful in the human psyche.

The slow, profound shock engendered by this recognition is the most precious feeling in all of my experience, if only because it is so sadly, beautifully rare.