Montesquieu (1689–1755). Persian Letters. 1901.
Letter CXXXRica to
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The basis of their conversation is a frivolous and ridiculous curiosity: there is no cabinet, however mysterious, whose secrets they do not pretend to fathom; they will not admit that they are ignorant of anything; they know how many wives our august Sultan has, and how many children he begets every year; and, although they go to no expense for spies, they are informed of the measures he is taking to humble the Emperor of Turkey and the Great Mogul.
Hardly have they exhausted the present when they plunge into the future, and stealing a march on Providence, anticipate it in all its dealings with men. They take a general in hand, and after having praised him for a thousand follies which he has not committed, they prepare for him a thousand others which also will never come to pass.
They make armies fly like cranes, and overturn walls like a house of cards; they have bridges on all the rivers, secret paths in all the mountains, immense arsenals in burning deserts; they lack nothing but common sense.
A man with whom I lodged received a letter from a Quidnunc, which, as it seemed to me remarkable, I kept. Here it is:—
“As soon as war was declared between the Emperor and the Turks, I went through every corner of the Tuileries in search of our gentlemen: and having gathered them together near the basin, I prophesied to them that Belgrade would be besieged and taken. I was fortunate enough to have my prophecy fulfilled. It is true that toward the middle of the siege, I wagered a hundred pistoles that it would be taken on the 18th of August; it was not taken till the day after: how tantalizing to lose by so little!
“When I saw the Spanish fleet disembark in Sardinia, I judged that it would conquer it: I said so, and it proved true. Puffed up with this success, I added that the victorious fleet would land at Final, in order to conquer the Milanese. As this opinion encountered much opposition, I determined to support it nobly: I wagered fifty pistoles, and lost again; for that devil of an Alberoni, violating the treaty, sent his fleet to Sicily, and deceived at one and the same time two great politicians, the Duke of Savoy and myself.
“All this, sir, has disconcerted me so much, that I have resolved to continue prophesying, but never to bet. At the Tuileries formerly the practice of betting was quite unknown, and the late Count L. would hardly permit it; but, since a crowd of petits-maîtres have got in among us, we don’t know where we are. Hardly have we opened our mouths to report a piece of news, when one of these youngsters offers to bet against it.
“The other day, as I was opening my manuscript, and fixing my spectacles on my nose, one of those swaggering blades, catching promptly at the pause between my first and second words, said to me, ‘I bet you a hundred pistoles that it’s not.’ I behaved as if I had not heard this piece of extravagance; and, resuming in a louder voice, I said, ‘the Marshal of ——, having learned…’ ‘That is false,’ cried he. ‘Your news is always extravagant; there is an absence of common sense in all that.’
“I beg you, sir, to favor me with the loan of thirty pistoles; for I confess that these bets have almost ruined me. Herewith I send you copies of two letters which I have written to the minister. I am,” etc.
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