The Memoirs of Jacques Casanova de Seingalt, 1725-1798. Volume 14: Switzerland — Key Ideas to Explore

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Casanova, Giacomo, 1725-1798, Machen, Arthur, 1863-1947 [Translator] Project Gutenberg 2004 Not confirmed
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Casanova's Swiss volume follows his restless movement between monasteries, inns, and private rooms, where he navigates clerical intrigue, romantic schemes, and the threat of scandal. The narrative is driven by swift shifts in setting and a recurring tension between public piety and private desire.
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This was a relief to me, as I now knew where I was, and I no longer ran the risk of shewing my ignorance in the course of conversation.

This monastery (of which I had heard before) was the Loretto of the Mountains, and was famous for the number of pilgrims who resorted to it.

In the course of dinner the prince--abbot asked me where I came from, if I were married, if I intended to make a tour of Switzerland, adding that he should be glad to give me letters of introduction. I replied that I was a Venetian, a bachelor, and that I should be glad to accept the letters of introduction he had kindly offered me, after I had had a private conference with him, in which I desired to take his advice on my conscience.

Thus, without premeditation, and scarcely knowing what I was saying, I engaged to confess to the abbot.

This was my way. Whenever I obeyed a spontaneous impulse, whenever I did anything of a sudden, I thought I was following the laws of my destiny, and yielding to a supreme will. When I had thus plainly intimated to him that he was to be my confessor, he felt obliged to speak with religious fervour, and his discourses seemed tolerable enough during a delicate and appetising repast, for we had snipe and woodcock; which made me exclaim,--

"What! game like that at this time of year?"

"It's a secret," said he, with a pleased smile, "which I shall be glad to communicate to you."

The abbot was a man of taste, for though he affected sobriety he had the choicest wines and the most delicious dishes on the table. A splendid salmon-trout was brought, which made him smile with pleasure, and seasoning the good fare with a jest, he said in Latin that we must taste it as it was fish, and that it was right to fast a little.

While he was talking the abbot kept a keen eye on me, and as my fine dress made him feel certain that I had nothing to ask of him he spoke at ease.

When dinner was over the chancellor bowed respectfully and went out. Soon after the abbot took me over the monastery, including the library, which contained a portrait of the Elector of Cologne in semi-ecclesiastical costume. I told him that the portrait was a good though ugly likeness, and drew out of my pocket the gold snuffbox the prince had given me, telling him that it was a speaking likeness. He looked at it with interest, and thought his highness had done well to be taken in the dress of a grand-master. But I perceived that the elegance of the snuff-box did no harm to the opinion the abbot had conceived of me. As for the library, if I had been alone it would have made me weep. It contained nothing under the size of folio, the newest books were a hundred years old, and the subject-matter of all these huge books was solely theology and controversy. There were Bibles, commentators, the Fathers, works on canon law in German, volumes of annals, and Hoffman's dictionary.

"I suppose your monks have private libraries of their own," I said, "which contain accounts of travels, with historical and scientific works."

"Not at all," he replied; "my monks are honest folk, who are content to do their duty, and to live in peace and sweet ignorance."

I do not know what happened to me at that moment, but a strange whim came into my head--I would be a monk, too. I said nothing about it at the moment, but I begged the abbot to take me to his private chamber.

"I wish to make a general confession of all my sins," said I, "that I may obtain the benefit of absolution, and receive the Holy Eucharist on the morrow."

He made no answer, but led the way to a pretty little room, and without requiring me to kneel down said he was ready to hear me.

I sat down before him and for three consecutive hours I narrated scandalous histories unnumerable, which, however, I told simply and not spicily, since I felt ascetically disposed and obliged myself to speak with a contrition I did not feel, for when I recounted my follies I was very far from finding the remembrance of them disagreeable.

In spite of that, the serene or reverend abbot believed, at all events, in my attrition, for he told me that since by the appointed means I had once more placed myself in a state of grace, contrition would be perfected in me.

According to the good abbot, and still more according to me, without grace contrition is impossible.

The fourteenth volume of Casanova's memoirs opens with a sudden resolution to become a monk, a plan that dissolves within days. The narrative moves rapidly from a Zurich church to the abbot's dining table, where Casanova learns he is at Einsiedeln, the 'Loretto of the Mountains.' The scene establishes a pattern: Casanova arrives as a stranger, adapts to local hierarchies, and soon finds himself entangled in schemes that test his wit and discretion.

Throughout the excerpts, the setting shifts between monastic cells, inns, and private chambers, each space carrying its own rules of conduct. Casanova's voice remains alert to the physical details of his surroundings—the framed papal dispensation, the servant in livery, the sofa where a widow claims to have spent two hours. These objects and locations anchor the narrative's swift movement between confession, dinner, and intrigue.

Movement Between Sacred and Secular Spaces

The excerpts show Casanova moving through spaces that demand different performances. In the monastery, he presents himself as a penitent pilgrim, adopting a tone of compunction that delights the abbot. The dining room becomes a stage where the abbot displays his papal brief and introduces his chancellor, revealing the monastery's dual identity as a religious house and a princely court. Casanova's internal laughter at the abbot's 'cock-and-bull stories' contrasts with his attentive exterior, a split between inner reaction and outward compliance.

Later, the action shifts to an inn, where Casanova's servant Le Duc lies ill in a separate bed. The private room becomes a space for plotting with Dubois, whom Casanova calls his 'Minerva.' Here, the sacred is absent; the focus is on reputation, letters, and the timing of revelations. The contrast between the monastery's formal piety and the inn's conspiratorial intimacy highlights Casanova's adaptability to each setting's unspoken rules.

Recurring Images of Disease and Disguise

Le Duc's venereal disease, contracted from a dairy maid, becomes a central image in the excerpts. The ailment is described clinically: swelling, the doctor's prognosis, and the servant's frank account of its origin. Casanova treats it as a practical problem, not a moral one, and Dubois immediately sees it as a tool for a scheme. The disease is hidden from servants, yet it drives the plot forward, forcing Casanova to write letters and manage appearances.

This motif echoes the earlier scene where Casanova hides his ignorance of his location from the abbot. Both instances involve a concealed truth that could undermine social standing. The body's vulnerability—whether through illness or ignorance—is a recurring pressure point in the narrative, one that Casanova must navigate with careful words and timely actions.

The Structure of Letters and Delays

The excerpts reveal a narrative built on timed correspondence. Dubois instructs Casanova to write a first letter denying the widow's accusation, then wait an hour and a half before sending a second, more conciliatory note. The interval between letters is crucial: it creates the appearance of investigation and shifts the balance of accusation. Casanova obeys without reflection, trusting his 'charming governess' over his own word of honour to Madame.

This reliance on epistolary strategy mirrors the earlier delay of a fortnight before entering the monastery. Both instances show Casanova pausing at a threshold, letting time work in his favour. The structure of the volume, as glimpsed here, depends on such intervals—moments when action is suspended, letters are written, and outcomes hang on the next move.

Voice and the Management of Reputation

Casanova's narrative voice is marked by self-awareness and a wry distance from his own actions. He describes himself as having 'the look of a great sinner,' a phrase that acknowledges how others perceive him while leaving his inner state ambiguous. When the abbot mistakes his compunction for piety, Casanova does not correct him; instead, he plays along, enjoying the misreading.

This management of reputation extends to his servants. He praises Le Duc's 'blind obedience' while listing his faults—rascal, liar, profligate—as if these qualities are assets. The voice treats people as instruments in a social game, where honour is a negotiable term. The excerpts offer no moral judgment; instead, they present a world where appearances are manipulated through letters, silence, and timing, and where the narrator's own reliability remains an open question.

Readers approaching this volume should attend to the intervals between scenes—the hours spent waiting for a letter to arrive, the days before a decision is made. Casanova's narrative moves not only through Swiss geography but through these temporal gaps, where plans are hatched and reputations hang in the balance. The excerpts offer a concentrated example of how the memoirist shapes his story through the rhythm of action and pause, leaving the reader to gauge how much of the tale is performance.

Years at this desk have taught me how restlessness binds unlikely souls. Casanova’s Swiss pages whisper of public decency and private longing, a dance Pratt also knew in his own devoted travels. Both men wrote themselves into motion, seeking sanctuary in movement. This The Autobiography of Parley Parker Pratt One of the Twelve Apostles of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, Embracing His Life, Ministry, and Travels — Reading Companion holds that same quiet pulse, that ache for a home never quite reached.

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