I took with skepticism a book of Casanova's first love Lucia, thinking that it would be easy or foolish read. But I was pleasantly surprised...
This is a moving novel about enduring love, mystique, self-sacrifice, deception, heartbreak, humiliation, about woman who struggle between emotion and reason, sense and instinct, story of innocence and experience. Presented from Lucia's perspective as a legacy to her unborn child, to know what a woman is capable of to survive in the cruel world and to sacrifice herself so she can save the man she loves not to marry her for obligation or pity because of her horrible disfigurement caused by smallpox, or even worse - to disgust her.
And maybe it's unreal to read about (I've read somewhere) a "prostitute with a 24-karat intellect", but I really enjoy the philosophical parts, especially Lucia's conversations with Zélide, a French female archaeologist that she works for as a secretary.
Very well written!
Some quotes that I liked:
"Other carry a sorrow in their heart. Unseen it hollows them out from within. My salvation was that I wear my sorrow on the outside, where no one can miss it.”
"I hide the world.
I have lowered a curtain before it.
Through that haze of lace and silk it looks so much softer."
"Self-delusion has the benefit of letting us believe that everything is still possible... Truth is more than the things you see; that is why its value is only relative... The only thing that can change reality is the mind. ... If one would change things, one needn’t touch them; one need only see them differently"
"Reason is but the shell of consciousness, beneath which emotion is far more knowing"
"If you accept others as equals, you embrace them unconditionally, now and forever. But if you let them know that you tolerate them, you suggest in the same breath that they are actually an inconvenience, like a nagging pain or an unpleasant odour you are willing to disregard."
"The profound peace I feel in libraries goes beyond silence. The paper doesn't just muffle sound but stills the roar of my thoughts... [and] things written down are easier to let go of."
"My love was alive, not because I was loved, but because I myself loved!"