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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" xml:lang="eng" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0032.tlg003.perseus-eng2"><div type="textpart" subtype="chapter" n="8"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="7"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false"><said rend="merge" direct="false">
                                                                Nay, even on the march where order is kept, though they
                                                number tens of thousands, all move steadily forward
                                                as one man; for the line behind is continually
                                                filling up the gap. </said></said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="8"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false"><said rend="merge" direct="false">
                                        Or, again, why is a man-of-war laden with men terrible to
                                                an enemy and a goodly sight to friends, if not for
                                                its speed? Why do the men on board not hamper one
                                                another? Is it not just because they are seated in
                                                order, swing forward and backward in order, embark
                                                and disembark in order? </said></said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="9"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false"><said rend="merge" direct="false">
                                                                If I want a type of disorder, I think of a farmer who has
                                                stored barley, wheat and pulse in one bin; and then
                                                when he wants a bannock or a loaf or a pudding, must
                                                pick out the grain instead of finding it separate
                                                and ready for use. </said></said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="10"><p><milestone ed="P" unit="para"/><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false"><said rend="merge" direct="false">
                                                                And so, my dear, if you
                                                do not want this confusion, and wish to know exactly
                                                how to manage our goods, and to find with ease
                                                whatever is wanted, and to satisfy me by giving me
                                                anything I ask for, let us choose the place that
                                                each portion should occupy; and, having put the
                                                things in their place, let us instruct the maid to
                                                take them from it and put them back again. Thus we
                                                shall know what is safe and sound and what is not;
                                                for the place itself will miss whatever is not in
                                                it, and a glance will reveal anything that wants
                                                attention, and the knowledge where each thing is
                                                will quickly bring it to hand, so that we can use it
                                                without trouble. </said></said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="11"><p><milestone ed="P" unit="para"/><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false">Once I had an
                                                opportunity of looking over the great Phoenician
                                                merchantman,
                                                  <persName><surname>Socrates</surname></persName>,
                                                and I thought I had never seen tackle so excellently
                                                and accurately arranged. For I never saw so many
                                                bits of stuff packed away separately in so small a
                                                receptacle. </said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="12"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false">
                                               As you know, a ship needs a great quantity of wooden and
                                                corded implements when she comes into port or puts
                                                to sea, much rigging, as it is called, when she
                                                sails, many contrivances to protect her against
                                                enemy vessels; she carries a large supply of arms
                                                for the men, and contains a set of household
                                                utensils for each mess. In addition to all this, she
                                                is laden with cargo which the skipper carries for
                                                profit. </said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="13"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false">
                                                        And all the things I mention were contained in a chamber
                                                of little more than a hundred square cubits.<note resp="Loeb" anchored="true"><foreign xml:lang="grc">δεκάκλινος</foreign> is
                                                  literally <gloss>having space for ten couches</gloss>; but it
                                                  seems that such compounds of <foreign xml:lang="grc">κλίνη</foreign> (<gloss>a couch</gloss>) were
                                                  used to denote a definite measure of size.</note>
                                                And I noticed that each kind of thing was so neatly
                                                stowed away that there was no confusion, no work for
                                                a searcher, nothing out of place, no troublesome
                                                untying to cause delay when anything was wanted for
                                                immediate use. </said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="14"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false">
                                                       I found that the steersman’s servant, who is called the
                                                mate, knows each particular section so exactly, that
                                                he can tell even when away where everything is kept
                                                and how much there is of it, just as well as a man
                                                who knows how to spell can tell how many letters
                                                there are in
                                                  <persName><surname>Socrates</surname></persName>
                                                and in what order they come. </said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="15"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false">
                                                        Now I saw this man in his spare time inspecting all the
                                                stores that are wanted, as a matter of course, in
                                                the ship.<note resp="Loeb" anchored="true">Or, more
                                                  probably, <gloss>during the voyage.</gloss></note> I was
                                                surprised to see him looking over them, and asked
                                                what he was doing. 
                                                        <said direct="false">Sir,</said> he answered, <said direct="false">I am looking
                                                to see how the ship’s tackle is stored, in case of
                                                accident, or whether anything is missing or mixed up
                                                with other stuff.</said> </said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="16"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false"><said rend="merge" direct="false">
                                                                For when God sends a storm at sea, there’s no time to
                                                search about for what you want or to serve it out if
                                                it’s in a muddle. For God threatens and punishes
                                                careless fellows, and you’re lucky if he merely
                                                refrains from destroying the innocent; and if he
                                                saves you when you do your work well, you have much
                                                cause to thank heaven. </said></said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="17"><p><milestone ed="P" unit="para"/><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false">
                                                Now after seeing the
                                                ship’s tackle in such perfect order, I told my wife:
                                                <said direct="false">Considering that folk aboard a merchant vessel,
                                                even though it be a little one, find room for things
                                                and keep order, though tossed violently to and fro,
                                                and find what they want to get, though
                                                terror-stricken, it would be downright carelessness
                                                on our part if we, who have large storerooms in our
                                                house to keep everything separate and whose house
                                                rests on solid ground, fail to find a good and handy
                                                place for everything. Would it not be sheer
                                                stupidity on our part?</said> </said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="18"><p><milestone ed="P" unit="para"/><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false"><said rend="merge" direct="false">How good it is to keep
                                                one’s stock of utensils in order, and how easy to
                                                find a suitable place in a house to put each set in,
                                                I have already said. </said></said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="19"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false"><said rend="merge" direct="false">
                                                                And what a beautiful sight is afforded by boots of all
                                                sorts and conditions ranged in rows! How beautiful
                                                it is to see cloaks of all sorts and conditions kept
                                                separate, or blankets, or brazen vessels, or table
                                                furniture! Yes, no serious man will smile when I
                                                claim that there is beauty in the order even of pots
                                                and pans set out in neat array, however much it may
                                                move the laughter of a wit. </said></said></said></p></div><div type="textpart" subtype="section" n="20"><p><said direct="true" rend="merge"><said rend="merge" direct="false"><said rend="merge" direct="false">
                                                                There is nothing, in short, that does not gain in beauty
                                                when set out in order. For each set looks like a
                                                troop of utensils, and the space between the sets is
                                                beautiful to see, when each set is kept clear of it,
                                                just as a troop of dancers about the altar is a
                                                beautiful spectacle in itself, and even the free
                                                space looks beautiful and unencumbered. </said></said></said></p></div></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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