ABSTRACT
Every woman who encounters Casanova falls into temptation, and is ready to be enthralled by the fiery charm of his art of life. Casanova is light-hearted and light-footed; he makes all women his own; he speeds across all lands; he drifts before the winds of chance through all the heavens and all the hells. An epicurean technique of enjoyment, a technique entirely concerned with the sensual, the palpable, is exclusively based upon young and vigorous senses, upon the circulation of a young and vigorous bodily sap. As soon as the flame of life ceases to burn with youthful ardour, the whole philosophy of sensual pleasure will be found to have become an insipid, unpalatable broth. Casanova lays down his arms. The veteran of countless love battles grows cautious and modest. Quietly and sadly the great "commediante in fortuna" retires from the stage where he has had such splendid successes.
