Greek Lands and LettersAllinson, Anne C. E. (Anne Crosby Emery)
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Greek Lands and Letters
Allinson, Anne C. E. (Anne Crosby Emery)
Greece -- Description and travel; Greek literature -- History and criticism
Thucydides relates, too, that the Athenians discussed an ancient oracle
which told how a “Dorian war will befall and a pestilence come as
companion”; and that in the midst of their despair they could debate
whether the oracle said “pestilence” (λοιμός) or “famine” (λιμός),
either word being appropriate enough. History repeats itself. At Athens
in 1906, during a virulent outbreak of smallpox, with the pest-houses
overflowing, the newspapers calmly turned to the really vital question
of the proper Greek word for the disease—whether it should be evloyiá
(εὐλογιά), or effloyiá (εὐφλογιά).
Amidst the splendour of the public buildings the dwelling-houses long
remained insignificant. The streets were dark at night. The houses had
few windows to let out such light as might come from the “dim and stingy
wick” of some miser watching his hoards, or from that of a perplexed
father reckoning up his son’s horse-racing debts, as we find old
Strepsiades doing in the “Clouds” of Aristophanes:—
“The month’s end’s coming and the interest rolling up.
I say, slave, light a lamp and bring my ledger here.
. . . . . . . . .
SLAVE (_entering_).
There’s scarce a drop of oil in this here lamp of ours.
STREPSIADES.
O my! Why did you, tell me, light that thirsty lamp?
Come here that you may get a weeping!
SLAVE.
And why so?
STREPSIADES.
Because you put in one of those fat, greedy wicks.”
In the “Wasps” the jurors, out before dawn to secure a job at the
court-room, pick their way along the dark streets with only the
link-boys to guard them against stumbling-stones and refuse.
MEMBER OF CHORUS.
“Let’s march by the lamp and everywhere look well about, around us,
Lest here or there should be some stone to trip us and confound us.
BOY.
Watch out there, father, father, for this dirt, watch out!
MEMBER OF CHORUS.
Pick up a chip here from the ground and snuff the lamp.
BOY.
No, with my finger _thus_ I choose to snuff the lamp!
MEMBER OF CHORUS.
What’s got into your head, with hand to shove the wick,
And that when oil’s so scanty? There, you fool, take that!”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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