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
_Zeus_. Now get those benches straight there, and make the place fit to
be seen. Bring up the lots, one of you, and put them in line. Give them
a rub up first, though; we must have them looking their best, to
attract bidders. Hermes, you can declare the sale-room open, and a
welcome to all comers.—_For Sale! A varied assortment of Live Creeds.
Tenets of every description.—Cash on delivery; or credit allowed on
suitable security_.
_Hermes_. Here they come, swarming in. No time to lose; we must not
keep them waiting.
_Zeus_. Well, let us begin.
_Her_. What are we to put up first?
_Zeus_. The Ionic fellow, with the long hair. He seems a showy piece of
goods.
_Her_. Step up, Pythagoreanism, and show yourself.
_Zeus_. Go ahead.
_Her_. Now here is a creed of the first water. Who bids for this
handsome article? What gentleman says Superhumanity? Harmony of the
Universe! Transmigration of souls! Who bids?
_First Dealer_. He looks all right. And what can he do?
_Her_. Magic, music, arithmetic, geometry, astronomy, jugglery.
Prophecy in all its branches.
_First D_. Can I ask him some questions?
_Her_. Ask away, and welcome.
_First D_. Where do you come from?
_Py_. Samos.
_First D_. Where did you get your schooling?
_Py_. From the sophists in Egypt.
_First D_. If I buy you, what will you teach me?
_Py_. Nothing. I will remind you.
_First D_. Remind me?
_Py_. But first I shall have to cleanse your soul of its filth.
_First D_. Well, suppose the cleansing process complete. How is the
reminding done?
_Py_. We shall begin with a long course of silent contemplation. Not a
word to be spoken for five years.
_First D_. You would have been just the creed for Croesus's son! But
_I_ have a tongue in my head; I have no ambition to be a statue. And
after the five years' silence?
_Py_. You will study music and geometry.
_First D_. A charming recipe! The way to be wise: learn the guitar.
_Py_. Next you will learn to count.
_First D_. I can do that already.
_Py_. Let me hear you.
_First D_. One, two, three, four,—
_Py_. There you are, you see. _Four_ (as you call it) is _ten_. Four
the perfect triangle. Four the oath of our school.
_First D_. Now by Four, most potent Four!—higher and holier mysteries
than these I never heard.
_Py_. Then you will learn of Earth, Air, Fire, and Water; their action,
their movement, their shapes.
_First D_. Have Fire and Air and Water _shapes_?
_Py_. Clearly. That cannot move which lacks shape and form You will
also find that God is a number; an intelligence; a harmony.
_First D_. You surprise me.
_Py_. More than this, you have to learn that you yourself are not the
person you appear to be.
_First D_. What, I am some one else, not the I who am speaking to you?
_Py_. You are that you now: but you have formerly inhabited another
body, and borne another name. And in course of time you will change
once more.
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