Capítulo XVIII: DO EL AUCTOR, CON DELICADAS PALABRAS Y RAZONES MUY LASTIMOSAS, LLORA LOS MUCHOS AÑOS QUE EN LA CORTE PERDIÓ, Yo mismo a mí mismo quiero pedir cuenta de mi vida a mi propia vida, para que, cotejados los años con los trabajos y los trabajos con los años, vean y conozcan todos quánto ha que dexé de bivir y me empecé a morir
The Illusion of Courtly Life
The author reflects on the emptiness of his years at court, noting how he traded his virtue and peace for a cycle of hollow ambition and moral decay.
My life hasn't been a life, but a long-drawn-out death; my living hasn't been living, but a slow dying; my days haven't been days, but heavy shadows; my years haven't been years, but vexing dreams; my pleasures weren't pleasures, but brief thrills that left me bitter and never really touched me; my youth wasn't youth, but a dream I dreamed and some I-don't-know-what I found myself in. Finally, I say that my prosperity wasn't prosperity, but a lure: I served offices in their courts, followed them through toilsome wars and over dangerous seas, received marked favors from them, and even through prosperity and adversity, I found myself in their courts.12 I'll say more, since I went through more: and it is that sometimes I found myself in the princes' favor and other times in their disfavor; there I tried every kind of fortune; there I gained many friends; there I contended with cruel enemies; I suffered endless shocks of fortune; joyful and sad, rich and poor, loved and unloved, prosperous and cast down, honored and shamed—many and very many times I found myself so at court. What did you gain, my soul! From this whole journey? What you gained was a head loaded with gray hair, feet crowded with gout, a mouth stripped of its molars, kidneys full of sand, an estate mortgaged for debt, a heart loaded with cares—and even a soul none too clean of sins.3 There's more to say if I want to say it all, and it's this: from there I brought away my poor worn-out body, my judgment run wild, all my time lost, and all the best of my life spent; and worst of all, I take pleasure in nothing now, and I'm more dissatisfied with myself than with anything else.4 What shall I say of the upheavals in my life and the changes fortune worked in me? And these were not so much in my health as in my virtue; for I was not there what I had been, and here I am not what I was there.5 I went to court innocent and came back malicious; I was wholly sincere and became double-dealing; I was truthful and learned to lie; I was humble and became presumptuous; I was moderate and made myself voracious; I was penitent and became soft and self-indulgent; I was kindly and became impossible to live with; finally, I say that I was shamefaced and there I threw off all restraint, and I was very devout and there I grew lukewarm.✦6 Is it true, then, that I attended many schools or changed many teachers just to learn these vices? Certainly not; because one of the dangers at court is that vices are learned without a teacher and will not be given up without punishment.
The False Accounting of the World
The author examines his life as a series of mismanaged accounts, where he prioritized worldly profit and status over his soul and the needs of others.
I kept accounts of my estate, and that only to know how it was being spent, not to distribute it well. I kept accounts of my honor, not to improve it, but to increase it. I kept accounts of my time, not to put it to good use, but to turn it to my own profit. I kept accounts with the accountant so he would clear me, not with the virtuous man so he would correct me. I kept accounts with the paymaster to see what he owed me, not with the poor man to see what he was suffering. I kept accounts with my servants to see how they served me, not to know how they lived. I kept an account of my life, not to amend it, but to preserve it. So here is my whole account—and I wish to God I had never kept any such account.7 Let's go on, and everyone will see the habits I kept and the dangers I put myself in, because the court is nothing but a breaker of the good, a slippery slope for the wicked, and a quagmire for all.8 I never went to the palace without finding a window to lean against and a courtier to gossip with. I never walked out through the court without seeing something to envy, and even some person to set my tongue against.
The Restless Heart in the Palace
A catalog of the daily anxieties and spiritual distractions that plagued the author, preventing him from finding rest or genuine devotion.
I never spoke with princes and their favorites without finding that if I came away content once, I came away a hundred times full of spite. I never went to bed without making the sign of the cross, and I never fell asleep without sighing.9 I was never in a place that pleased me, nor in a lodging that satisfied me. Finally, I say and affirm that I never found myself so content at court that some sudden shock didn't hit me from hour to hour. My troubles didn't stop there, nor even my great stumbles; because at court I was the one who had the least share of myself, compared to those who depended on me.10 If I wanted to do any good, my expenses rose up in front of me. If I wanted to settle into study, my friends would come barging in. If I wanted to pray the Hours, business would immediately ambush me. If I wanted to withdraw from court, my relatives wouldn't let me.11 If I hid alone for even an hour, my cares would torment me. In the end, I never managed to get free of it. I sinned; I'll say more.12 I envied anyone who stood higher in favor than I did, and I felt no pity for anyone who was pushed aside.13 I couldn't find a single fault in anyone who had my favor, and I couldn't even bear to look at anyone who had fallen out of it.14 Wherever anything was being discussed, I always wanted to stand out, and if anyone contradicted me, I dug in to argue. I insisted that everything I said be treated as gospel, yet I was suspicious of everything others said. I found something to criticize in everyone, but I couldn't endure even a single word against myself. Oh, how many times I let myself get distracted with the bite still in my mouth and forgot the point of what I was saying! How many times, while praying, I forgot the verse I was on—and when I was alone, I would talk to myself!15 Oh, how many times I've left the Council exhausted or the palace irritated, wanting neither to hear my servants nor to settle the petitioners' business!16
The Weariness of a Life Spent
The author concludes his confession by describing the profound exhaustion and existential despair that ultimately led him to desire an escape from the world.
Oh, how many times I found myself at court so sick of it and so disgusted that I didn't even want what I wanted, even if they gave it to me, and I wouldn't leave off complaining of what troubled me, even if they asked me about it! How many times I felt like withdrawing from court, leaving the world behind already, making myself a hermit, or entering as a Carthusian friar!17 I wasn't doing this out of virtue, but out of sheer despair, because the king wouldn't give me what I wanted and the favorite shut the door in my face.18 My troubles went even further than that, if I were to recount them all. I was always asking what was going on at court, always thinking what would happen to me, always listening for what I would hear about others, always testing what I would feel, always watching for what I would see—and in the end, in the end, whatever I heard in public and knew in secret I found, for my own part, that everything harmed me, everything weighed on me, everything saddened me, and even with it all I was rotting away.19 Let's not stop here, since my misfortunes did not stop here. If I was rich, they wanted to gut me like a swarm; and if they saw me poor, not one of them would help me.20 Most of my friends were a burden to me, and all my rivals were a real danger to me. The petitioners were a nuisance to me, and all my servants were thoroughly irritating.21 If I heard voices, they angered me; and if I heard no one, the silence frightened me. Solitude filled me with sadness, and too much company with constant bother.22 Too much activity wore me out, and idleness harmed me.23 If I was healthy, cares tormented me; and if I was sick, the doctors punished me.24 Finally, I say and affirm that many times at court I found myself so weary of it, and so sick of myself, that I neither dared ask for death nor took any pleasure in life.
Read the original Latin
Mi vida no ha sido vida, sino una muerte prolixa; mi bivir no ha sido bivir, sino un largo morir; mis días no han sido días, sino unas sombras muy pesadas; mis años no han sido años, sino unos sueños enojosos; mis plazeres no fueron plazeres, sino unos alegrones que me amargaron y no me tocaron; mi juventud no fué juventud, sino un sueño que soñé y un no sé qué que me vi; finalmente, digo que mi prosperidad no fué prosperidad, sino un señuelo officios en sus cortes serví, en guerras trabajoɛas y por mares peligrosas los seguí, mercedes muy señaladas dellos rescibí y aun con prosperidades y adversidades en sus cortes me hallé. Más diré, pues más passé, y es que unas vezes en gracia y otras vezes en desgracia de los príncipes me vi, varios géneros de fortuna allí tenté, muchos amigos allí cobré, con crueles enemigos allí competí, sobresaltos de fortuna infinitos suffrí; alegre y triste, rico y pobre, amado y desamado, próspero y abatido, honrado y affrentado muchas y muy muchas vezes en la corte me vi.
¿Qué sacastes vos, lo alma mía! , de toda esta jornada? Lo que vos sacastes fué a mi cabeça cargada de canas, a mis pies poblados de gota, la boca privada de muelas, a mis riñones llenos de arenas, a mi hazienda empeñada por deudas y a mi coraçón cargado de cuydados y aun a mi ánima no muy limpia de pecados. Más ay que dezir, si lo quiero todo dezir, y es que de allí saqué al triste de mi cuerpo cansado, a mi juycio remontado , a todo mi tiempo perdido y todo lo mejor de mi vida passado; y lo que es peor de todo, que en ninguna cosa tomo ya gusto y de mí más que de todo estoy descontento. ¿Qué diré de las alteraciones de mi vida y de las mudanças que hizo en mí fortuna? Y estas no tanto en mi salud quanto en mi virtud; porque ni allá fuí qual yo era, ni acá soy qual allá fui. Fuí a la corte inocente y tornéme malicioso, fuí sincerísimo y tornáme doblado, fui verdadero y aprendí a mentir, fui humilde y tornéme presumptuoso, fuí modesto y hízeme voraze , fuí penitente y tornéme regalado, fuí humano y tornéme inconversable; finalmente, digo que fuí vergonçoso y allí me derramé y fuí muy devoto y allí me entibié. Es verdad, pues, que anduve muchas escuelas o mudé muchos maestros para aprender estos vicios?
No por cierto; porque uno de los peligros que ay en la corte es que se aprenden los vicios sin maestro y no se quieren dexar sin castigo.
Tenía cuenta con mi hazienda, y esto para saber cómo se gastava y no para bien distribuirla. Tenía cuenta con mi honra, no por mejorarla, sino por aumentarla. Tenía cuenta con el tiempo, no para bien lo emplear, sino para a mí me aprovechar.
Tenía cuenta con el contador para que me librasse, y no con el virtuoso para que me corrigiesse. Tenía cuenta con el pagador para saber lo que me debía, y no con el pobre para ver que padescía. Tenía cuenta con mis criados, y esto para ver cómo me servían y no para saber cómo bivían. Tenía cuenta con mi vida, no para enmendarla, sino para conservarla. He aquí, pues, toda mi cuenta, con la qual oxalá nunca tuviera cuenta. Vamos adelante y verán todos los exercicios que tenía y en los peligros que me ponía, porque la corte no es sino un re ventón de buenos y un resbalador de malos y un atolladero de todos. Nunca fuí a palacio que me faltasse una ventana a do me arrimar y un cortesano con quien murmurar. Nunca salí por la corte que no viesse algo de que tener embidia y aun alguna persona en quien pusiesse la lengua.
Nunca hablé con los príncipes y con sus privados que si una vez saliesse contento no saliesse ciento muy despechado. Nunca me acosté sin santiguar ni nunca tomé el sueño sin sospirar. Nunca estuve en lugar que me agradasse ni en posada que me contentasse. Finalmente, digo y affirmo que nunca me vi en la corte tan contento que de hora a hora no me viniesse algún sobresalto. No paravan en esto mis trabajos, ni aun mis grandes tropiezos; porque en la corte yo era el que tenía menos parte en mí, según los que dependían de mí. Si quería hazer algún bien, poníanseme delante mis gastos.
Si quería darme a estudiar, sobre venían mis amigos. Si quería rezar las horas, luego me salteavan negocios. Si me quería retirar de la corte, no me dexa van mis deudos. Si me escondía una hora solo, martirizávánme los cuydados. Finalmente, digo que nunca me tomó pequé, más diré. A quien privava más que yo teníale embidia y del que estava arrinconado no tenía mancilla. A quien me caís en gracia no hallava en él qué culpar y al que me caía en desgracia aun no le podía ver. A do algo se trataba siempre me quería señalar y si alguno me contradezía tomávame a porfiar.
Todo lo que yo dezía quería que fuesse evangelio y de todo quanto otros dezían estava sospechoso. En todos hallava qué reprender y contra mí persona no podía ni una palabra suffrir.
¡0 quántas vezes me acontesció descuydarme con el bocado en la boca y olvidárseme el propósito de lo en que entonces hablaval quántas vezes rezando se me olvidó el versen que iba y estando a solas yo mismo comigo mismo ablava!
¡O quántas vezes me aconteśció que, saliendo de Consejo cansado o de palácio amofinado, ni quería a mís criados oyr ni a los negociantes despachar!
¡O quántas vezes me halléen la corte tan dessabrido y tan aborrido que niaba lo que queria, aunque me lo dieran, ni sala de lo que estava quexoso, aunque me lo pregmmtiffant;0 quántas vezes me tomava gana de retirarme de la porte, de apartarme ya del mundo, de azerme ermitaño o de me terme fraile cartuxo! ato no lo hazía yo de virtuoso, sino de muy desesperado, porque el rey no me dava lo que yo quería y el privado me negava la puerta. Aun a más llegavan mis trabajos, si los quiero contar todos. Siempre andava pregun"of tando qué era lo que en la corte se hazía, siempre andava pensando qué me sucedería, siempre andava escuchando qué de otros oyría, siempre andava tentando qué sentiría, siempre andava mirando qué veería, y al fin al fin, quanto oía en público y sabía en secreto hallava por mi cuenta que todo me dañava, de todo me pesava, todo me entristecía y aun con todo me podría. No paremos aquí, pues mis infortunios no pararon aquí. Si estava rico, como enxembre me querían desentrañar; y si me veían pobre, ninguno era para me socorrer. Los más de mis amigos éranme pesados y todos mis competidores me eran muy peligrosos. Los negociantes éranme importunos y todos mis criados muy enojosos.
Si oía vozes, enojávame; y si no oía a nadie, assombrávame. La soledad poníame tristeza, y la mucha compañía importunidad. El mucho exercicio cansávame y la ociosidad da fiávame. Si estava sano atormentávanme los cuydados, y si estava enfermo justiciávanme los médicos.
Finalmente, digo y afirmo que muchas vezes me vi en la corte tan aborrido y yo mismo de mí mismo tan desabrido, que ni ossava pedir la muerte ni tomava gusto en la vida.
Scripture echoes
- ↩Rev.3.15-Rev.3.16 — I know your works—that you are neither cold nor hot. I wish you were either cold or hot! Rev.3.16 — So because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold, I am about to spit you out of my mouth.
Notes
- 1 ↩Source reading 'trabajoɛas' treated as 'trabajosas' (toilsome); likely OCR/print damage.
- 2 ↩After 'señuelo' the Spanish runs on without clear punctuation into the court-service clauses; rendered as an explanatory continuation of the 'lure' of court prosperity. 'Un no sé qué que me vi' kept as the idiomatic indefiniteness of the Spanish.
- 3 ↩arenas: kidney gravel/stones, rendered as 'sand' to keep the concrete bodily catalog of the Spanish.
- 4 ↩juycio remontado: judgment that has taken flight / gone high and wild; rendered 'run wild' for the disordered court-bred mind rather than mere haughtiness.
- 5 ↩allá / acá: 'there' = at court; 'here' = away from court (the village retreat in view in the work).
- 6 ↩doblado: two-faced / double; voraze (= voraz): greedy/gluttonous; regalado: pampered, given to soft living; inconversable: unsociable, hard to deal with; me derramé: poured myself out / cast off restraint; me entibié: grew lukewarm in devotion.
- 7 ↩Wordplay on cuenta: both 'reckoning/account' and 'dealings with.' oxalá (ojalá) rendered as the natural wish 'I wish to God.'
- 8 ↩Normalized reading takes 're ventón' as reventón (line-split form): a blast/burst that ruins or exhausts—'breaker' of good people. Alternatives: steep grinding climb; sudden blowout.
- 9 ↩santiguar = make the sign of the cross (bedtime devotion, not merely 'bless oneself' in a vague sense).
- 10 ↩tenía menos parte en mí: court demands left him with less ownership of his own life than the claims of his dependents; not metaphysical dualism.
- 11 ↩Source spacing 'no me dexa van' read as 'no me dexavan' (dejaban): 'wouldn't let me'.
- 12 ↩Source 'nunca me tomó pequé' is compressed or possibly corrupt. 'Pequé, más diré' is read as a confessional pivot ('I sinned; I'll say more') introducing the moral faults that follow; 'nunca me tomó' is taken as never being free of the strain just described.
- 13 ↩'privava' = enjoyed a prince's confidence / stood in favor as a privado. 'mancilla' here = pity/compassion (tener mancilla de), not moral stain.
- 14 ↩Source 'me caís en gracia' read as 'me caía en gracia' to parallel 'me caía en desgracia'. 'Gracia' here is court favor / good graces, not divine grace.
- 15 ↩Normalized several likely print/OCR corruptions in the Spanish: ¡0→¡O; hablaval→hablava (with a natural break before the second 'quántas vezes'); versen→verso; comigo→conmigo; ablava→hablava. Sense taken as the author’s self-reproach for court-bred distraction even while eating, praying, and alone.
- 16 ↩Normalized reading treats OCR noise as: aconteció (not aconteśció), mis (not mís), oír (oyr), palacio (palácio); amofinado = amohinado, vexed/irritated.
- 17 ↩Source is heavily corrupted. Translated from the most plausible reconstruction: hallé en; desabrido; aborrido/aborrecido; ni amaba; salía; preguntasen; corte (not porte); hacerme; meterme; cartuxo = cartujo. The split after the corrupt 'pregmmtiffant;0' is read as a second exclamation ('¡O quántas vezes…').
- 18 ↩Opening 'ato' read as 'Esto' ('This'). 'privado' rendered as the royal favorite/minister who controlled access.
- 19 ↩Corrected OCR 'pregun"of tando' to 'preguntando'. Final 'me podría' is corrupt; most plausible period sense is 'me podrío/me podrecía' (from podrir, 'to rot/putrefy'), matching the escalating catalog of harm. Alternative incomplete 'podría' (from poder) lacks a complement.
- 20 ↩'enxembre' read as 'enjambre' (swarm). 'desentrañar' kept as gutting/plundering: when rich, courtiers swarm on him to tear out what he has.
- 21 ↩'negociantes' rendered as court petitioners/people with business (matching neighboring 'despachar negociantes'), not commercial merchants.
- 22 ↩importunidad kept as 'constant bother' / importunity: the annoyance of people pressing in, not mere social inconvenience.
- 23 ↩Normalized reading 'da fiávame' looks corrupt. Translated as intended 'dañávame' (harmed me), the natural parallel to 'cansávame' in the antithesis of exercise vs. idleness.
- 24 ↩justiciávanme: literally 'executed justice on me' / 'punished me as if by law'—hyperbole for harsh medical treatment, not formal legal judgment.
Menosprecio de Corte y Alabanza de Aldea (Contempt of Court and Praise of Village) companion
Rule yourself daily, not just on retreat
Chosen Portion turns the mirror into a daily practice — a short reading and examining question each morning before you lead anyone.
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