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Old Age and Death The Memoirs Of Jacques Casanova De Seingalt ...

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41<br />

I have been disconsolated at receiving from you such a reproach which is<br />

absolutely unjustified . . . . You tell me that you have near you a young<br />

girl who merits all your solicitations <strong>and</strong> your love, she <strong>and</strong> her family<br />

of six persons who adore you <strong>and</strong> give you every attention; that she costs<br />

you all you have, so that you cannot send me even a sou . . . . I am<br />

pained to hear you say that you will never return to Venice, <strong>and</strong> yet I<br />

hope to see you again. . . ."<br />

<strong>The</strong> "young girl" referred to in Francesca's letter was Anna-Dorothea<br />

Kleer, daughter of the porter of the castle. This young girl became<br />

pregnant in 1786 <strong>and</strong> <strong>Casanova</strong> was accused of seducing her. <strong>The</strong> guilty<br />

one, however, was a painter named Schottner who married the unfortunate<br />

girl in January 1787.<br />

"My only true friend,<br />

9th August 1786.<br />

"It is two days since I received your dear letter; I was very happy to<br />

see your writing .... You have reason to mortify me <strong>and</strong> reproach me in<br />

recalling all the troubles I caused you, <strong>and</strong> especially that which you<br />

call treachery, the sale of your books, of which in part I was not guilty<br />

. . . . Forgive me, my dear friend, me <strong>and</strong> my foolish mother who, despite<br />

all my objections, absolutely insisted on selling them. Regarding that<br />

which you write me that you know that my mother, last year, told about<br />

that you had been my ruin, this may unhappily be true, since you already<br />

know the evil thoughts of my mother, who even says that you are still at<br />

Venice . . . . When have I not been always sincere with you, <strong>and</strong> when<br />

have I not at least listened to your good advices <strong>and</strong> offers? I am in a<br />

desperate situation, ab<strong>and</strong>oned by all, almost in the streets, almost<br />

about to be homeless . . . . Where are all the pleasures which formerly

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