XV. ‘Not but that the public visitations of cities by the wrath of
Heaven can be readily accounted for on the score of [Sidenote: 559]
justice. A city is a thing one and continuous, like an animal, which
does not cease to be itself in the changes due to growth, nor become, as
time goes on, different from what it was; it is always consentaneous and
at one with itself, and awaits all the consequences, whether censure or
gratitude, of what it does or did, so long as the association, which
makes it one and complex, preserves its unity. To divide it, according
to time, into many cities, or, rather, into an infinite number of them,
is like making many men out of one, because he is now elderly, was
formerly younger, and, still further back, was a boy. Or [Sidenote: B]
rather, the whole idea is like those tricks of Epicharmus out of which
the “Increasing Fallacy” of the Sophists sprang. The man who formerly
received the loan does not own it now, for he has become a different
person. The man who was asked to dinner yesterday, comes an unbidden
guest to-day, for he is some one else. Yet the stages of growth produce
greater variations in each one of ourselves than they do in cities as
wholes. Any one who had seen Athens thirty years ago would recognize it
to-day; manners, movements, amusements, business, popular gratitude, and
resentments, all quite as of old. Whereas a man would hardly be
recognized in figure by friend or relation who should meet him after an
interval, while the changes in character so easily produced by
anything—a word, an [Sidenote: C] exertion, a feeling, a law—produce an
effect of strangeness and novelty even to one always in his company. Yet
he is spoken of as one man from birth to the end; and we insist that a
city, which remains the same in exactly the same sense, is liable for
the reproaches incurred by ancestors, by the same title as it claims
their reputation and power. Otherwise we shall have everything, before
we know it, in the river of Heraclitus,[237] which he says a man cannot
enter twice, because Nature disturbs and alters all things in her own
changes.
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