Moi, privilégié?

No--Well, maybe the first couple of decades of my existence--but even then, and ever since, the word, le mot juste, is "lucky" (with modifications, and only sometimes), and scarcely ever "privileged."  Which is why I have chosen the image of Jean-Jacques Rousseau (whom personally, and as a philosopher, I loathe; but whom I must admit, in character and generally, in the divers vicissitudes of our several lives, that I resemble) to represent me--and not, say, the genial, divinely chatty, sublimely erudite Dr. Charles Burney whom I love with all my heart.   Besides, well, the fact is I actually look more like Rousseau (or used to--and may again if I spend more time at the beach) than I do the lovable (but somewhat toadly) Musicae Doctor.