Plutarch's essays and miscellanies, Vol. 5 (of 5) : $b Comprising all his works collected under the title of "Morals"Plutarch
Philosophy
Plutarch's essays and miscellanies, Vol. 5 (of 5) : $b Comprising all his works collected under the title of "Morals"
Plutarch
Classical literature; Essays; Ethics; Philosophy
what is apparent to sense. For mud is colder than water, and earth
being thrown upon fire puts it out. Your smiths also, when their iron
is melted and red hot, strew upon it the dust of marble to cool it and
stop the running of it too fluidly. Dust also cools the bodies of the
wrestlers, and dries up their sweat.
20. To go no farther, what means our own yearly practice to alter our
lodgings and habitations, while we remove in the winter so far as we
can into the upper parts of our buildings, but in the summer descend
again and seek convenient refuge in the lower edifices, sometimes
enjoying ourselves under ground in the very arms of the earth? Do we
not do it, as being guided by our senses for coolness’s sake to the
earth, and thereby acknowledging that to be the seat of primitive
cold? And certainly our coveting to live near the sea in winter may be
thought to be a kind of flight from the earth, since we seem to forsake
it, as far as we can, by reason of the nipping frosts, and run to
encircle themselves with the air of the sea for warmth’s sake; and then
again in the summer, by reason of the scorching heat, we desire the
earth-born upland air, not because it is cold of itself, but because it
had its original and blossomed from the primitive natural cold, and is
imbued with that power which is in the earth, as iron is imbued with
the virtue of the water wherein it is quenched. Then again, of river
waters we find those are the coldest that flow upon gravel and stones
and fall down from mountains; and of well-waters, those which are in
the deepest wells. For with these the exterior air is no longer mixed,
by reason of the depth of the wells, and the other arise out of the
pure and unmixed earth; like the river that falls from the mountain
Taenarum, which they call the water of Styx, rising out of a rock with
a parsimonious spring, but so cold that no other vessel except the hoof
of an ass will hold it; for all other sorts of vessels it breaks and
cracks to pieces.
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