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Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Volume 07

Michel de Montaigne

Language:
English
Status:
Complete work
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Written by the author
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Clean text
Extent:
~24,800 words · 118 passages
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  • APAMichel de Montaigne. (n.d.). Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Volume 07. SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/en/works/michel-de-montaigne/essays-of-michel-de-montaigne-volume-07
  • MLAMichel de Montaigne. "Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Volume 07." SigPhi, https://sigphiai.com/en/works/michel-de-montaigne/essays-of-michel-de-montaigne-volume-07.
  • ChicagoMichel de Montaigne. Essays of Michel de Montaigne — Volume 07. SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/en/works/michel-de-montaigne/essays-of-michel-de-montaigne-volume-07.

What it is about

Essays, volume 7.

Context and history

Montaigne invented the essay as a genre by essaying himself: 'I am myself the matter of my book.' **Warning: the series is incomplete here**, and the French original is absent.

Editorial context, not a citable source: unlike the passages of the work itself, these statements cannot be checked against the corpus.

One word more by way of comparison betwixt these two. There are to be gathered out of the writings of Cicero and the younger Pliny (but little, in my opinion, resembling his uncle in his humours) infinite testimonies of a beyond measure ambitious nature; and amongst others, this for one, that they both, in the sight of all the world, solicit the historians of their time not to forget them in their memoirs; and fortune, as if in spite, has made the vanity of those requests live upon record down to this age of ours, while she has long since consigned the histories themselves to oblivion. But this exceeds all meanness of spirit in persons of such a quality as they were, to think to derive any great renown from babbling and prating; even to the publishing of their private letters to their friends, and so withal, that though some of them were never sent, the opportunity being lost, they nevertheless presented them to the light, with this worthy excuse that they were unwilling to lose their labours and lucubrations. Was it not very well becoming two consuls of Rome, sovereign magistrates of the republic that commanded the world, to spend their leisure in contriving quaint and elegant missives, thence to gain the reputation of being versed in their own mother-tongues? What could a pitiful schoolmaster have done worse, whose trade it was thereby to get his living? If the acts of Xenophon and Caesar had not far tran

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