if you have not done anything worthy of being recorded, at least write something worthy of being read. - Giacomo Casanova

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if you have not done anything worthy of being recorded, at least write something worthy of being read.

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About Giacomo Casanova

Giacomo Casanova (2 April 1725 – 4 June 1798) was an Italian adventurer and author; also known as Jacques Casanova de Seingalt. He was famous for his elaborate love affairs and his encounters with famous contemporary figures.

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Native Name: Giacomo Girolamo Casanova
Alternative Names: Casanova Kazanova Giacomo Girolamo Casanova di Seingalt Giacomo Girolamo Casanova de Seingalt Giovanni Giacomo Casanova de Seingalt ג'אקומו קאזאנובה Jacques Casanova de Seingalt Jacques Casanova Dzhiakomo Kasanova Джакомо Казанова Giacomo Girolamo Casanova De Seingalt Casanova de Seingalt
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Cultivating whatever gave pleasure to my senses was always the chief business of my life; I have never found any occupation more important. Feeling that I was born for the sex opposite mine, I have always loved it and done all that I could to make myself loved by it. I have also been extravagantly fond of good food and irresistibly drawn by anything which could excite curiosity.

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The source of love, as I learned later, is a curiosity which, combined with the inclination which nature is obliged to give us in order to preserve itself. […] Hence women make no mistake in taking such pains over their person and their clothing, for it is only by these that they can arouse a curiosity to read them in those whom nature at their birth declared worthy of something better than blindness. […] As time goes on a man who has loved many women, all of them beautiful, reaches the point of feeling curious about ugly women if they are new to him. He sees a painted woman. The paint is obvious to him, but it does not put him off. His passion, which has become a vice, is ready with the fraudulent title page. ‘It is quite possible,’ he tells himself, ‘that the book is not as bad as all that; indeed, it may have no need of this absurd artifice.’ He decides to scan it, he tries to turn over the pages — but no! the living book objects; it insists on being read properly, and the ‘egnomaniac’ becomes a victim of coquetry, the monstrous persecutor of all men who ply the trade of love.

You, Sir, who are a man of intelligence and have read these least twenty lines, which Apollo drew from my pen, permit me to tell you that if they fail to disillusion you, you are lost — that is, you will be the victim of the fair sex to the last moment of your life. If that prospect pleases you, I congratulate you

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