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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="3"><p><label>FRIEND</label>
Of all the foolhardy men in the world! Then
you weren’t afraid you would fall into the water
somewhere and give us a Menippean Sea named
after yourself, to match the Icarian ?
</p><p><label>MENIPPUS</label>
Not at all; Icarus had his feathers fitted on with
wax, and so just as soon as that melted in the
sun he shed his plumage, of course, and fell down ;
but my wings were innocent of wax.
</p><p><label>FRIEND</label>
What do you mean? For by now, sofhehow or
other, you are gradually inclining me to believe in
the truth of your story.
</p><p><label>MENIPPUS</label>
This is what I mean; taking a good large eagle
and also a strong vulture and cutting off their wings,
joints and all—but I'll tell you the whole scheme
from first to last, if you have time.
</p><p><label>FRIEND</label>
By all means; here I am in suspense, thanks to
what you have said, and already waiting with open
mouth for the end of your tale. In the name of
Friendship, don’t leave me hanging by the ears
somewhere in the midst of the story.


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Listen then, for a friend left in the lurch with his
mouth open would be anything but a pretty spectacle,
especially if he were hanging by the ears, as you say
you are.
As soon as I began to find, in the course of my
investigation of life, that all objects of human
endeavour are ridiculous and trivial and insecure
(wealth, I mean, and office and sovereign power),
contemning those things and assuming that the
effort to get them was an obstacle to getting things
truly worth effort, I undertook to lift my eyes and
contemplate the universe. In so doing I was caused
great perplexity, first of all by what the philosophers
call the Cosmos, for I could not discover how it came
into being or who made it, or its source or purpose.
Then in examining it part by part I was compelled
to rack my brains still more, for I saw the stars
scattered hap-hazard about the sky, and I wanted to
know what the sun itself could be. Above all, the
peculiarities of the moon seemed to me extraordinary
and completely paradoxical, and I conjectured that
her multiplicity of shapes had some hidden reason.
More than that, lightning flashing and thunder
crashing and rain or snow or hail driving down were
all hard to interpret and impossible to reason out.

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