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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg021.perseus-eng2" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg021.perseus-eng2" subtype="section" n="27"><p>

By this time he had pretty well settled everything,
and we went away to the dining-hall, as it was time
for dinner. Hermes took me in charge and gave me
a place beside Pan and the Corybantes and Attis and
Sabazius, those alien gods of doubtful status.
Demeter gave me bread, Dionysus wine, Heracles

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meat, Aphrodite perfume and Poseidon sprats. But
I also had surreptitious tastes of the ambrosia and
the nectar, for Ganymede, bless his heart, had so
much of human kindness about him that whenever
he saw Zeus looking another way he would hastily
pour me out a mouthful or two of the nectar. But
as Homer says somewhere or other,<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.2.p.315.n.1">Iliad 5, 341.</note>—having seen
what was there, I suppose, just like me—the gods
themselves neither cat bread nor drink ruddy wine
but have ambrosia sect before them and get drunk on
nectar; and they are especially fond of dining on
the smoke from the sacrifices, which comes up to
them all savoury, and on the blood of the victims
that is shed about the altars when people sacrifice.
During dinner - Apollo played the lute, Silenus
danced the can-can and the Muses got up and sang
us something from Hesiod’s Theogony and the first
song in the Hymns of Pindar.<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.2.p.315.n.2">Like the Vheogony, this scems to have been a sort of Olympian Peerage ; cf. fragment 29 (Schroeder p. 394).</note> When we had had
enough we composed ourselves for the night without
any ceremony, being pretty well soused.

</p></div><div type="textpart" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg021.perseus-eng2" subtype="section" n="28"><p><cit><quote><l>All the others, the gods and the warriors chariot-owning,</l><l>Slept until morning, pus I was unbound by the
fetters of slumber,</l></quote><bibl>Iliad2, 1-2.</bibl></cit>


for I was thinking about many things, above all how
Apollo had not grown a beard in all this while, and
how it gets to be night in Heaven with Helius
always there and sharing the feast.
Well, as I say, I slept but little that night, and in
the early morning Zeus got up and ordered procla-:


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mation for an assembly to be made.

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When everybody was there, he began to speak :
"The reason for calling you together is supplied,
of course, by our visitor here of yesterday, but I
have long wanted to confer with you about the
philosophers, and so, being stirred to action by the
moon in particular and the criticisms that she makes,
I have decided not to put off the discussion any
longer.</p><p>
“There is a class of men which made its
appearance in the world not long ago, lazy, disputatious, vainglorious, quick-tempered, gluttonous,
doltish, addle-pated, full of effrontery and to age
the language of Homer, ‘a uscless load to the soil.<note xml:lang="eng" n="v.2.p.317.n.1">Iliad 18, 1U4.</note>
Well, these people, dividing themselves into schol
and inventing various word-mazes, have called themselves Stoics, Academics, Epicurcans, Peripatetics
and other things much more laughable than these.
Then, cloaking themselves i in the high- sounding name
of Virtue, elevating their eyebrows, wrinkling up
their foreheads and letting their beards grow long,
they go about hiding loathsome habits under a
false garb, very like actors in tragedy ; for if you
take away from the latter their masks and_ their
gold-embroidered robes, nothing is left but a
comical little creature hired for the show at seven
drachmas.

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“But although that is what they are, they look
with scorn on all mankind and they tell absurd
stories about the gods; collecting lads who are easy
to hoodwink, they rant about their far-famed
Virtue’ and teach them their insoluble fallacies ;
and in the presence of their disciples they always

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sing the praise of restraint and) temperance and
self-suflicieney and spit at wealth and pleasure,
but when they are all by themselves, how can
one describe how much they cat, how much they
indulge their passions and how they lick the filth
off pennies ?
“Worst of all, though they themselves do no goéd
either in public or in private life but are uscless and
superfluous,

<cit><quote><l>Neither in war nor in council of any account,</l></quote><bibl>Iliad2, 202.</bibl></cit>


nevertheless they accuse everyone clse; they amass
biting phrases and school themselves in novel terms
of abuse, and then they censure and reproach their
fellow-men ; and whoever of them is the most noisy
and impudent and reckless in calling names is held
to be the champion.

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