Memoirs of Bertha von Suttner: The Records of an Eventful Life (Vol. 1 of 2)Suttner, Bertha von
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Memoirs of Bertha von Suttner: The Records of an Eventful Life (Vol. 1 of 2)
Suttner, Bertha von
Peace; Suttner, Bertha von, 1843-1914; Women -- Austria -- Biography
I too, despite my youth, had fed my mind on Kant and Descartes, had
studied Plato’s _Phaedo_ and Humboldt’s _Kosmos_, and along with these
the history of the wars of the Inquisition and of religion; and to the
question “What religion do you profess?” I should have replied with
Schiller, at that time my favorite poet, “None—I am too religious to.”
The first long journey—that brings on an indescribably sweet fever.
Traveling was not indeed so comfortable at that time as to-day (though
the comfort of to-day does still leave a great deal to be desired);
there were then neither dining-cars nor toilet-rooms nor sleeping-cars;
there was much of martyrdom connected with the ride; yet this journey
seemed to me the sum of all enjoyment—nay, more, of all happiness.
When we arrived, our mothers were totally used up; we two schoolgirls
felt nothing but sheer bliss. First a day of rest in the hotel, then
house-hunting; then moving to a villa on the street that runs along the
Kurort to the Dietenmühle; from our balcony one could hear the tones of
the music at the Kur. Visit to the Kursaal. Entrance by a vestibule;
then through a great ballroom with marble pillars, then to the right
into the suite of gaming-rooms. Children were not admitted there; but we
two, Elvira with her fourteen years, I with my thirteen and tall of my
age, were regarded as young girls, and the liveried porters made no
objections. All four of us wandered through the two roulette parlors,
the two trente-et-quarante parlors, and the adjoining reception-rooms.
All this was not at that time so gorgeously furnished as are now the
gaming-rooms of the Casino at Monte Carlo, but was more like the
interior of a castle. After we had seen the halls we went back through
the ballroom and out on the other side of the building, to the terrace
and the park. In the middle of the park lies a large pond, out of which
rises a fountain, and on which dazzlingly white swans float. The
music—an Austrian military band from Mainz—is playing on the terrace;
and below the terrace stand chairs and tables, and there one sees a
numerous and elegant assemblage sitting, standing, walking up and down.
Many uniforms among them. The Prussian and Austrian garrisons from the
fort, and also the Nassau army, are numerously represented there. Our
mothers had a few last year’s acquaintances here; among others, a Nassau
court dignitary with his wife; and by chance these were present on that
first day, so social life was immediately started. That did not at all
suit our mothers though: they had come for a far too serious piece of
work to give themselves up to sociality. But in the forenoons they would
be free, for the patrons of the place did not assemble till the time of
the afternoon music; and perhaps it was even better to take the mind off
now and then from the harassing exertion of the efforts to foresee.
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