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The Visions of Dom Francisco de Quevedo Villegas
Quevedo, Francisco de
Satire; Spanish literature -- Translations into English
But, in fine, let me do what I will my services are not understood. My
successor, it may be, will discharge his duty better, and indeed I am
very well content to lay down my commission; for (to say the truth) I am
in years, and would gladly have a little rest now, in my old age, which I
rather propose to myself in the service of some pretender than where I
am.”
Lucifer heard him with great patience, and, in the end, gave him all the
satisfaction imaginable; strictly charging the evil spirits that had
abused him to do so no more, upon hazard of pains corporal and spiritual;
and they desired him, too, that he would not lay down his employment, for
he was strong enough yet to do very good service in it. But to think of
easing himself, by going to a pretender, he’d find himself mistaken, for
’twas a duty he’d never be able to endure. “Well!” says he, “e’en what
your Highness pleases. But truly I thought a devil might have lived very
comfortably in that condition; for he has no more to do, that I can see,
than to keep his ears open, and learn his trade. For put case it should
be some pretender to a good office, or a fat bishopric (though the
fathers and councils are against pretenders in this case) I fancy to
myself all the pleasure and divertisement that may be. It is as good as
going to school, for these people teach the devils their A B C. And all
that we have to do is to sit still and learn.”
The vision that followed this was the dæmon of tobacco, which I must
confess did not a little surprise me. I have indeed often said to
myself, “Certainly these smokers are possessed;” but I could never swear
it till now. “I have,” said the devil, “by bringing this weed into
Spain, revenged the Indians upon the Spaniards for all the massacres and
butcheries they committed there, and done them more mischief than ever
Colon, Cortes, Almero, Pizarro did in the Indies: by how much it is more
honourable to die upon a sword’s point by gunshot, or at the mouth of a
cannon, than for a man to snivel and sneeze himself into another world;
or to go away in a meagrim or a spotted fever, perchance, which is the
ordinary effect of this poisonous tobacco. It is with tobacconists as
’tis with demoniacs under an exorcism, they fume and vapour, but the
devil sticks to them still. Many there are that make a very idol of it;
they admire, they adore it, tempting and persecuting all people to take
it, and the bare mention of it puts them into an ecstasy. In the smoke
it is a probation for hell, where another day they must endure smoking;
taken in powder, at the nose, it draws upon youth the incommodities of
old age, in the perpetual annoyance of rheum and drivel.”
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