Memoirs of Bertha von Suttner: The Records of an Eventful Life (Vol. 1 of 2) — John Shaqi
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
music has remained in my memory; aside from this, of the whole
Schleswig-Holstein campaign—nothing.
The year 1864, especially the summer, brought me far other experiences,
which affected me deeply and have remained indelible in my memory.
We had gone to Bad Homburg v. d. Höhe. In causing my mother’s choice to
fall upon this place, the attraction of the trente-et-quarante table was
certainly the determining factor. It was her intention never again to
enter a gambling-room—this she had declared years ago; but now the
hankering had awakened again, and also the idea that perhaps it might
after all be possible to repeat the experiment that had been made at
home, and to harvest a trifle of a million, which is in all cases
agreeable. I did not say no to this scheme, for Homburg was incidentally
a very fashionable watering-place, where I should certainly find
opportunity for entertainment. My guardian did not approve at all; he
thought the gambling-room dangerous for my mother, and the society that
moved there unsuitable for me. Homburg was reputed to be a haunt of the
Parisian demi-monde. And in fact, we used to see on the terrace that
year two notably striking figures whose names are doubtless still in the
memory of those who go back to the time of the second French empire,
Cora Pearl and Léonide Leblanc. I was not unacquainted with the
existence of the _haute galanterie_ of Paris. As a reader of the French
novelists, Alexandre Dumas, Eugène Sue, George Sand, Paul Féval, who
were then the latest thing, I had acquired a knowledge of the life and
luxury of the _grandes courtisanes_, as they were called by those
authors.—Yet, along with such society, Homburg harbored also a highly
respectable community of foreigners who came to take the waters, from
everywhere under the sun—especially Russians and English.
Our apartments had been engaged in advance, in a house that stood
opposite the Kursaal; its owner was a banker named Wormser. Frau Wormser
was a dear, sensible, prepossessing woman. With this mention I send a
greeting to her in the realm of shadows.
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