A Day in Old Athens; a Picture of Athenian LifeDavis, William Stearns
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A Day in Old Athens; a Picture of Athenian Life
Davis, William Stearns
Athens (Greece) -- Social life and customs
[+] This was the simplest form of the _cottabus_ game; there were
numerous elaborations, but our accounts of them are by no means clear.
168. Going Home from the Feast: Midnight Revellers.—At length the oil
lamps have begun to burn dim. The tired slaves are yawning. Their
masters, despite Prodicus’s intentions of having a very proper
symposium, have all drunk enough to get unstable and silly. Eunapius
gives the signal. All rise, and join in the final libation to Hermes.
“Shoes and himation, boy,” each says to his slave, and with thanks to
their host they all fare homeward.
Such will be the ending to an extremely decorous feast. With gay young
bloods present, however, it might have degenerated into an orgy; the
flute girl (or several of them) would have contributed over much to the
“freedom”; and when the last deep crater had been emptied, the whole
company would have rushed madly into the street, and gone whirling away
through the darkness,—harps and flutes sounding, boisterous songs
pealing, red torches tossing. Revellers in this mood would be ready
for anything. Perhaps they would end in some low tavern at the Peiræus
to sleep off their liquor; perhaps their leader would find some other
Symposium in progress, and after loud knockings, force his way into the
house, even as did the mad Alcibiades, who (once more to recall Plato)
thrust his way into Agathon’s feast, staggering, leaning on a flute
girl, and shouting, “Where’s Agathon!” Such an inroad would be of
course the signal for more and ever more hard drinking. The wild
invaders might make themselves completely at home, and dictate all the
proceedings: the end would be even as at Agathon’s banquet, where
everybody but Socrates became completely drunken, and lay prone on the
couches or the floor. One hopes that the honest Prodicus has no such
climax to his symposium.
…At length the streets grow quiet. Citizens sober or drunken are now
asleep: only the vigilant Scythian archers patrol the ways till the
cocks proclaim the first gray of dawn.
Chapter XIX.
Country Life Around Athens
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