Casanovas Heimfahrt

It is difficult to portray the love affairs of a fat old man of 60--even if he has the reputation of Casanova or even of Don Juan himself for that matter, as anything more than rather sickening. Snitzler, however, has attempted and succeeded in that difficult task and the result is a combination of real wit and infinite charm. Translated by Eden and Cedar Paul. Show Excerpt band, who after all owed his happiness solely to the amiability and open-handedness of this marvellous friend. Casanova had never troubled himself as to whether Amalia had confessed to Olivo the length to which she had gone in gratitude to her benefactor; whether, perchance, Olivo had taken her sacrifice as a matter of course, and had not considered it any reason for retrospective jealousy; or whether Olivo had always remained in ignorance of the matter. Nor did Casanova allow these questions to harass his mind to-day. The heat continued to increase. The carriage, with bad springs and hard cushions, jolted the occupants abominably. Olivo went on chattering in his high, thin voice; talking incessantly of the fertility of his land, the excellencies of his wife, the good behavior of his children, and the innocent pleasures of intercourse with his neighbors--farmers and landed gentry. Casanova was bored. He began to ask himself irritably why on earth he had accepted an invitation which could bring nothing but