The Works of Lucian of Samosata — Volume 01Lucian, of Samosata
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The Works of Lucian of Samosata — Volume 01
Lucian, of Samosata
Lucian, of Samosata -- Translations into English
_Her_. So much for royalty; and now to the common herd. Do you see
them, Charon;—on their ships and on the field of battle; crowding the
law-courts and following the plough; usurers here, beggars there?
_Ch_. I see them. What a jostling life it is! What a world of ups and
downs! Their cities remind me of bee-hives. Every man keeps a sting for
his neighbour's service; and a few, like wasps, make spoil of their
weaker brethren. But what are all these misty shapes that beset them on
every side?
_Her_. Hopes, Fears, Follies, Pleasures, Greeds, Hates, Grudges, and
such like. They differ in their habits. The Folly is a domestic
creature, with vested rights of its own. The same with the Grudge, the
Hate, the Envy, the Greed, the Know-not, and the What's-to-do. But the
Fear and the Hope fly overhead. The Fear swoops on its prey from above;
sometimes it is content with startling a man out of his wits, sometimes
it frightens him in real earnest. The Hope hovers almost within reach,
and just when a man thinks he is going to catch it, off it flies, and
leaves him gaping—like Tantalus in the water, you know. Now look
closely, and you will make out the Fates up aloft, spinning each man
his spindle-full; from that spindle a man hangs by a narrow thread. Do
you see what looks like a cobweb, coming down to each man from the
spindles?
_Ch_. I see each has a very slight thread. They are mostly entangled,
one with another, and that other with a third.
_Her_. Of course they are. Because the first man has got to be murdered
by the second, and he by the third; or again, B is to be A's heir (A's
thread being the shorter), and C is to be B's. That is what the
entangling means. But you see what thin threads they all have to depend
on. Now here is one drawn high up into the air; presently his thread
will snap, when the weight becomes too much for it, and down he will
come with a bang: whereas yonder fellow hangs so low that when he does
fall it makes no noise; his next-door neighbours will scarcely hear him
drop.
_Ch_. How absurd it all is!
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