Introduction

In his “satire” Rameau’s Nephew, Diderot starts out presenting himself sitting on a bench in the Garden of the Palais Royal: “I hold discussions with myself on politics, love, taste or philosophy, and let my thoughts wander in complete abandon, leaving them free to follow the first wise or foolish idea that comes along, like those young rakes we see in the Allée de Foy who run after a giddy-looking little piece with a laughing face, sparkling eye and tip-tilted nose, only to leave her for another, accosting them all, but sticking to none.” ¹