The Complete Memoirs of Jacques Casanova eBook

Giacomo Casanova
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 4,501 pages of information about The Complete Memoirs of Jacques Casanova.

The Complete Memoirs of Jacques Casanova eBook

Giacomo Casanova
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 4,501 pages of information about The Complete Memoirs of Jacques Casanova.

The tartan touched at the harbour of Pola, called Veruda, and we landed.  After a walk up hill of nearly a quarter of an hour, we entered the city, and I devoted a couple of hours to visiting the Roman antiquities, which are numerous, the town having been the metropolis of the empire.  Yet I saw no other trace of grand buildings except the ruins of the arena.  We returned to Veruda, and went again to sea.  On the following day we sighted Ancona, but the wind being against us we were compelled to tack about, and we did not reach the port till the second day.  The harbour of Ancona, although considered one of the great works of Trajan, would be very unsafe if it were not for a causeway which has cost a great deal of money, and which makes it some what better.  I observed a fact worthy of notice, namely, that, in the Adriatic, the northern coast has many harbours, while the opposite coast can only boast of one or two.  It is evident that the sea is retiring by degrees towards the east, and that in three or four more centuries Venice must be joined to the land.  We landed at the old lazzaretto, where we received the pleasant information that we would go through a quarantine of twenty-eight days, because Venice had admitted, after a quarantine of three months, the crew of two ships from Messina, where the plague had recently been raging.  I requested a room for myself and for Brother Stephano, who thanked me very heartily.  I hired from a Jew a bed, a table and a few chairs, promising to pay for the hire at the expiration of our quarantine.  The monk would have nothing but straw.  If he had guessed that without him I might have starved, he would most likely not have felt so much vanity at sharing my room.  A sailor, expecting to find in me a generous customer, came to enquire where my trunk was, and, hearing from me that I did not know, he, as well as Captain Alban, went to a great deal of trouble to find it, and I could hardly keep down my merriment when the captain called, begging to be excused for having left it behind, and assuring me that he would take care to forward it to me in less than three weeks.

The friar, who had to remain with me four weeks, expected to live at my expense, while, on the contrary, he had been sent by Providence to keep me.  He had provisions enough for one week, but it was necessary to think of the future.

After supper, I drew a most affecting picture of my position, shewing that I should be in need of everything until my arrival at Rome, where I was going, I said, to fill the post of secretary of memorials, and my astonishment may be imagined when I saw the blockhead delighted at the recital of my misfortunes.

“I undertake to take care of you until we reach Rome; only tell me whether you can write.”

“What a question!  Are you joking?”

“Why should I?  Look at me; I cannot write anything but my name.  True, I can write it with either hand; and what else do I want to know?”

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