English to Italian Other General / Conversation / Greetings / Letters Girolamo Cardano

There is hardly any more to say. What little I can find about the end of Jerome’s life is scraped together from a variety of meagre sources. There is little of these years in his autobiography, which was published after his death. In my more whimsical moments, however, I can at least read myself into those pages. “It has been my lot to be attended by a good and compassionate angel,” Jerome says. Remember how I wondered whether Rudolfo Silvestri ever saw me? Clearly, he did, because Jerome admits it. “In prison,” he writes, “my guardian appeared to me and to my youthful associate…in order that he might confirm me in my hope of divine favour whereby I should escape death, and that all those trials which I was suffering should seem less hard to bear.” In his autobiography’s last chapter, which revels in the utilitarian title And This Is The Epilogue, Jerome describes himself as “a teller of the truth, an upright man, and indebted for my powers to a divine spirit.”