Kitap 1
2
Oh, but if I say anything against their wisdom, they will call me an ignorant blockhead.
2
Then tell them from me to go to the devil.
2
Very well; rely upon me.
3
And then, my most obliging of Polluxes, there is this for the rich:—O vain fools, why hoard gold? why all these pains over interest sums and the adding of hundred to hundred, when you must shortly come to us with nothing beyond the dead-penny?
3
They shall have their message too.
3
Ah, and a word to the handsome and strong; Megillus of Corinth, and Damoxenus the wrestler will do. Inform them that auburn locks, eyes bright or black, rosy cheeks, are as little in fashion here as tense muscles or mighty shoulders; man and man are as like as two peas, tell them, when it comes to bare skull and no beauty.
3
That is to the handsome and strong; yes, I can manage that.
4
Yes, my Spartan, and here is for the poor. There are a great many of them, very sorry for themselves and resentful of their helplessness. Tell them to dry their tears and cease their cries; explain to them that here one man is as good as another, and they will find those who were rich on earth no better than themselves. As for your Spartans, -you will not mind scolding them, from me, upon their present degeneracy?
4
No, no, Diogenes; leave Sparta alone; that is going too far; your other commissions I will execute.
4
Oh, well, let them off, if you care about it; but tell all the others what I said.
