The Prose Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Vol. 2 [of 2]Shelley, Percy Bysshe
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The Prose Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Vol. 2 [of 2]
Shelley, Percy Bysshe
English prose literature
“If I was not afraid that I am a great deal too drunk, I would confirm
to you by an oath the strange effects which I assure you I have
suffered from his words, and suffer still; for when I hear him speak,
my heart leaps up far more than the hearts of those who celebrate
the Corybantic mysteries; my tears are poured out as he talks, a
thing I have seen happen to many others beside myself. I have heard
Pericles and other excellent orators, and have been pleased with their
discourses, but I suffered nothing of this kind; nor was my soul ever
on those occasions disturbed and filled with self-reproach, as if it
were slavishly laid prostrate. But this Marsyas here has often affected
me in the way I describe, until the life which I lead seemed hardly
worth living. Do not deny it, Socrates, for I well know that if even
now I chose to listen to you, I could not resist, but should again
suffer the same effects. For, my friends, he forces me to confess
that while I myself am still in want of many things, I neglect my own
necessities, and attend to those of the Athenians. I stop my ears,
therefore, as from the Syrens, and flee away as fast as possible, that
I may not sit down beside him and grow old in listening to his talk.
For this man has reduced me to feel the sentiment of shame, which I
imagine no one would readily believe was in me; he alone inspires me
with remorse and awe. For I feel in his presence my incapacity of
refuting what he says, or of refusing to do that which he directs;
but when I depart from him, the glory which the multitude confers
overwhelms me. I escape, therefore, and hide myself from him, and when
I see him I am overwhelmed with humiliation, because I have neglected
to do what I have confessed to him ought to be done; and often and
often have I wished that he were no longer to be seen among men. But if
that were to happen, I well know that I should suffer far greater pain;
so that where I can turn, or what I can do with this man, I know not.
All this have I and many others suffered from the pipings of this satyr.
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