ᎠᎩᏁᎢᏍᏔᏅ ᎠᎦᎸᏥ ᎠᏆᏙᎴᏋ, ᎦᏬᏂᏍᏗ ᎠᏙᎴᏆᏍᏙᏗ ᏃᎴ ᎢᏗᎦᏪᏍᏗ ᎧᏃᎮᏍᎩ ᏗᎬᏗ. ᏍᎦᏫᏍᏗ ᎠᎦᎸᏥ ᎪᏪᎵ ᎠᏆᏚᎵᏍᎬ ᏗᎩᎪᎵᏰᏗ, ᎾᏍᎩᏂ Rousseau's Meditations of a Solitary Walker ᏃᎴ Abbé Prévost's Manon Lescaut, ᎢᏧᎳ ᎠᏆᏟᏂᎬᏁᎸ ᏚᎵᎬᏩᏢ, ᎭᏉ ᎠᎩᎾᎩᏛ ᎠᎩᏰᎸᏅ Voltaire.
At some point in recounting my brief history, I mentioned that I had taught myself French with no other help than a grammar and a dictionary, for there were many books in that language I had yearned to read, in particular Rousseau’s Meditations of a Solitary Walker and the Abbé Prévost’s Manon Lescaut, either of which, by the way, I would have considered entirely worth the effort, and so it was like I got Voltaire thrown in for free.