Letter CCCXXXIX.

Basil to Libanius.

What could not a sophist say?  And such a sophist!  One whose peculiar art is, whenever he likes, to make great things small, and to give greatness to small things!  This is what you have shewn in my case.  That dirty little letter of mine, as, perhaps, you who live in all luxury of eloquence would call it, a letter in no way more tolerable than the one you hold in your hands now, you have so extolled as, forsooth, to be eaten by it, and to be yielding me the prize for composition!  You are acting much as fathers do, when they join in their boys’ games, and let the little fellows be proud of the victories which they have let them win without any loss to themselves, and with much gain to the children’s emulation.  Really and truly the delight your speech must have given, when you were joking about me, must have been indescribable!  It is as though some Polydamas1534 or Milo1535 were to decline the pancratium or a wrestling bout with me!1536  After carefully examining, I have found no sign of weakness.  So those who look for exaggeration are the more astonished at your being able to descend in sport to my level, than if you had led the barbarian in full sail over Athos.1537  I, however, my dear sir, am now spending my time with Moses and Elias, and saints like them, who tell me their stories in a barbarous tongue,1538 and I utter what I learnt from them, true, indeed, in sense, though rude in phrase, as what I am writing testifies.  If ever I learned anything from you, I have forgotten it in the course of time.  But do you continue to write to me, and so suggest other topics for correspondence.  Your letter will exhibit you, and will not convict me.  I have already introduced to you the son of Anysius, as a son of my own.  If he is my son, he is the child of his father, poor, and a poor man’s son.  What I am saying is well known to one who is wise as well as a sophist.1539

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[1] Τί οὐκ ἂν εἴποι σοφιστὴς ἀνήρ, καὶ σοφιστὴς τοιοῦτος, ᾧ γε ἴδιον εἶναι τῆς τέχνης ὁμολογεῖται καὶ τὰ μεγάλα μικρὰ ποιεῖν, ὁπότε βούλεται, καὶ τοῖς μικροῖς περιτιθέναι μέγεθος; Ὁποῖον δή τι καὶ περὶ ἡμᾶς ἐπεδείξω. Τὴν γὰρ ἐπιστολὴν ἐκείνην τὴν ῥυπῶσαν, ὡς ἂν ὑμεῖς οἱ τὰ περὶ τοὺς λόγους τρυφῶντες εἴποιτε, οὐδὲν οὖσαν τῆς ἐν ταῖς χερσί σου ταύτης ἀνεκτοτέραν, τοσοῦτον ἦρας τῷ λόγῳ ὡς ἡττηθῆναι δῆθεν αὐτῆς καὶ ἡμῖν τῶν πρωτείων τοῦ γράφειν παραχωρεῖν, ὅμοιον ποιῶν ταῖς τῶν πατέρων παιδιαῖς, ὅταν ταῖς παρ' ἑαυτῶν νίκαις παρέχωσι τοῖς παισὶν ἐναβρύνεσθαι, οὔτε ἑαυτούς τι ζημιοῦντες καὶ τῶν παίδων τρέφοντες τὸ φιλότιμον. Τῷ ὄντι δὲ καὶ ἀμύθητον ὅσην ἡδονὴν εἶχεν ὁ λόγος ἐν τῇ πρὸς ἡμᾶς παιδιᾷ, οἷον Πολυδάμαντός τινος ἢ Μίλωνος παγκρατίου ἢ πάλης ἀγωνίαν παραιτουμένου τὴν πρὸς ἐμὲ αὐτόν: πολλὰ γὰρ περισκεψάμενος οὐδὲν εὗρον εὐσθενείας ὑπόδειγμα, ὥστε τοὺς τὰς ὑπερβολὰς τῶν λόγων ἐπιζητοῦντας ἐνταῦθά σε μᾶλλον ἄγασθαι τῆς δυνάμεως οὕτω δυνηθέντα ταῖς παιδιαῖς πρὸς ἡμᾶς καταβῆναι, ἢ εἰ τὸν βάρβαρον ἦγες ὑπὲρ τὸν Ἄθω πλέοντα. Ἀλλ' ἡμεῖς μέν, ὦ θαυμάσιε, Μωσεῖ καὶ Ἠλίᾳ καὶ τοῖς οὕτω μακαρίοις ἀνδράσι σύνεσμεν ἐκ τῆς βαρβάρου φωνῆς διαλεγομένοις ἡμῖν τὰ ἑαυτῶν, καὶ τὰ παρ' ἐκείνων φθεγγόμεθα νοῦν μὲν ἀληθῆ, λέξιν δὲ ἀμαθῆ, ὡς αὐτὰ ταῦτα δηλοῖ. Εἰ γάρ τι καὶ ἦμεν παρ' ὑμῶν διδαχθέντες, ὑπὸ τοῦ χρόνου ἐπελαθόμεθα. Αὐτὸς δὲ ἐπίστελλε ἡμῖν ἄλλας ὑποθέσεις ἐπιστολῶν ποιούμενος, αἳ καὶ σὲ δείξουσι καὶ ἡμᾶς οὐκ ἐλέγξουσι. Τὸν υἱὸν Ἀνυσίου ἤδη σοι προσήγαγον ὡς ἐμαυτοῦ υἱόν. Εἰ δὲ ἐμός ἐστι παῖς, τοῦ πατρός ἐστι τὸ παιδίον, πένης ἐκ πένητος. Γνώριμον δὲ τὸ λεγόμενον ἀνδρὶ σοφῷ καὶ σοφιστῇ.