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As soon as we got there he said, "You were in the right; we must remain friends. Promise me not to tell anyone of what has happened." I gave him the promise; we shook hands, and everything was over. The next day I took up my abode in one of the quietest streets to finish my second volume on the Polish troubles, but I still managed to enjoy myself during my stay at Gorice.
It is full of jest and wit, though I believe if he had guessed the near approach of death he would not have been so cheerful, for the prospect of imminent destruction can only enliven the heart of a maniac. During my stay at Gorice a certain M. Richard Lorrain came there.
"Because the count left yesterday for Gorice, telling me he did not know when he should come back. He ordered me to give you your meals in your room." "Very good. I will dine at one." No one could be more in favour of liberty and independence than myself, but I could not help feeling that my rough host should have told me he was going to Gorice.
Afterwards I had a translation of the "Iliad" in view, and other literary projects would no doubt present themselves. In fine, I thought myself sure of living in Venice, where many persons who would be beggars elsewhere continue to live at their ease. I left Gorice on the last day of December, 1773, and on January 1st I took up my abode at Trieste. I could not have received a warmer welcome.
However, I did not wait to be pelted, but shut myself in my room and lay down on the bed, only sorry that I had not choked the villain outright. As soon as I had rested I looked to my pistols, dressed myself, and went out with the intention of looking for some kind of conveyance to take me back to Gorice.
However, I did not wait to be pelted, but shut myself in my room and lay down on the bed, only sorry that I had not choked the villain outright. As soon as I had rested I looked to my pistols, dressed myself, and went out with the intention of looking for some kind of conveyance to take me back to Gorice.
He told me that he would expect me to meet him at Gorice on the first day of September, and that the next day we would leave for his estate.
Three months later Madame Costa, the actress whom he had gone to see at Gorice, told me that she would never have believed in the possibility of such a creature existing if she had not known Count Torriano.
I also met at Gorice a Count Coronini, who was known in learned circles as the author of some Latin treatises on diplomacy. Nobody read his books, but everybody agreed that he was a very learned man. I also met a young man named Morelli, who had written a history of the place and was on the point of publishing the first volume.
As soon as we got there he said, "You were in the right; we must remain friends. Promise me not to tell anyone of what has happened." I gave him the promise; we shook hands, and everything was over. The next day I took up my abode in one of the quietest streets to finish my second volume on the Polish troubles, but I still managed to enjoy myself during my stay at Gorice.
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