A Selection from the Discourses of Epictetus with the EncheiridionEpictetus
Philosophy
A Selection from the Discourses of Epictetus with the Encheiridion
Epictetus
Philosophy -- Early works to 1800
THAT WE DO NOT STRIVE TO USE OUR OPINIONS ABOUT GOOD AND EVIL.—Where is
the good? In the will. Where is the evil? In the will. Where is neither
of them? In those things which are independent of the will. Well then?
Does any one among us think of these lessons out of the schools? Does
any one meditate (strive) by himself to give an answer to things as in
the case of questions?—Is it day?—Yes.—Is it night?—No.—Well, is the
number of stars even?—I cannot say.—When money is shown (offered) to
you, have you studied to make the proper answer, that money is not a
good thing? Have you practised yourself in these answers, or only
against sophisms? Why do you wonder then if in the cases which you have
studied, in those you have improved; but in those which you have not
studied, in those you remain the same? When the rhetorician knows that
he has written well, that he has committed to memory what he has
written, and brings an agreeable voice, why is he still anxious?
Because he is not satisfied with having studied. What then does he
want? To be praised by the audience? For the purpose then of being able
to practise declamation he has been disciplined; but with respect to
praise and blame he has not been disciplined. For when did he hear from
any one what praise is, what blame is, what the nature of each is, what
kind of praise should be sought, or what kind of blame should be
shunned? And when did he practise this discipline which follows these
words (things)? Why then do you still wonder, if in the matters which a
man has learned, there he surpasses others, and in those in which he
has not been disciplined, there he is the same with the many. So the
lute player knows how to play, sings well, and has a fine dress, and
yet he trembles when he enters on the stage; for these matters he
understands, but he does not know what a crowd is, nor the shouts of a
crowd, nor what ridicule is. Neither does he know what anxiety is,
whether it is our work or the work of another, whether it is possible
to stop it or not. For this reason if he has been praised, he leaves
the theatre puffed up, but if he has been ridiculed, the swollen
bladder has been punctured and subsides.
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