Diogenes and Alexander 戴奥吉尼斯和亚历山大
The Dog Has His Day
Gilbert Highet
This article by the late classicist Gilbert Highet describes a meeting between two sharply contrasting personalities of history: Alexander the Great and Diogenes. This lection originally appeared in Horizon, the first in a ries entitled Great Confrontations.
此文是由晚期著名的古典学者Gilbert Highet 所写，描述了历史上两位性格极端伟大人物的会面场面：亚历山大国王和戴奥吉尼斯。本文选择来自 Horizonsomeone like you 歌词，一篇名叫“伟大的会面”的开始部分。
Lying on the bare earth, shoeless, bearded, half-naked, he looked like a beggar or a lunatic(神经病第一次遇见你,疯子). He was one, but not the other. He had opened his eyes with the sun at dawn (拂晓), scratched, done his business like a dog at the roadside, washed at the pu
blic fountain, begged a piece of breakfast bread and a few olives, eaten them squatting on the ground, and washed them down with a few handfuls of water scooped from the spring. (Long ago he had owned a rough wooden cup, but he threw it away when he saw a boy drinking out of his hollowed hands.) Having no work to go to and no family to provide for, he was free. As the market place filled up with shoppers and merchants and gossipers and sharpers (a cheater, esp. a cardsharper) and slaves and foreigners, he had strolled through it for an hour or two. Everybody knew him, or knew of him. They would throw sharp questions at him and get sharper answers. Sometimes they threw jeers, and got jibes; sometimes bits of food, and got scant thanks; sometimes a mischievous pebble, and got a shower of stones and abu(网络营销师培训漫骂). They were not quite sure whether he was mad or not. He knew they were mad, all mad, each in a different way; they amud him. Now he was back at his home. (周围的人们不能肯定他到底是不是真的疯了,但是他确是非常的肯定他们是真的疯了,lmq以不同的方式和程度; 这个发现使他很开心好玩fpe).
It was not a hou, not even a squatter's hut. He thought everybody lived far too elaborately, expensively, anxiously. What good is a hou? No one needs privacy: natural acts are not shameful; we all do the same thing, and need not hide them. No one needs beds and chairs and such furniture: the animals live healthy lives and sleep on the ground. All we require, since nature did not dress us properly, is one garment to keep us warm, and some shelter from rain and wind. So he had one blanket—to dress him in the daytime and cover him at night—and he slept in a cask. His name was Diogenes. He was the founder of the creed called Cynicism (the word means "doggishness"); he spent much of his life in the rich, lazy, corrupt Greek city of Corinth, mocking and satirizing its people, and occasionally converting one of them.
His home was not a barrel made of wood: too expensive. It was a storage jar made of earthenware, something like a modern fuel tank—no doubt discarded becau a break had made it uless. He was not the first to inhabit such a thing: the refugees driven into Athens by the Spartan invasion had been forced to sleep in casks. But he was the first who ever did so by choice, out of principle.
Diogenes was not a degenerate or a maniac(疯子). He was a philosopher who wrote plays and poems and essays expounding(解释) his doctrine; he talked to tho who cared to listen; he had pupils who admired him. But he taught chiefly by example. All should live naturally, he said, for what is natural is normal and cannot possibly be evil or shameful. Live without conventions, which are artificial and fal; escape complexities and superfluities and extravagances: only so can you live a free life. The rich man believes he posss his big hou with its many rooms and its elaborate furniture, his pictures and expensive clothes, his hors and his rvants and his bank accounts. He does not. He is their slave. In order to procure a quantity of fal, perishable goods he has sold the only true, lasting good, his own independence. (富人们都相信, 拥有了属于自己的豪华大房子环球职业教育在线,房间很多,装饰和家具都很精致和气派, 还有很多的名画和很昂贵的衣服, 马匹和佣人，还有银行账户上的很多的钱。实际上不是！而是它们的奴隶。为了获取一个大量的不实际和及其容易腐烂的东西，他们把自己唯一真实闪光的，可以持续长久的东西给出卖了，那就是自己的独立人格。
西安口才培训
There have been many men who grew tired of human society with its complications, and went away to live simply—on a small farm, in a quiet village, in a hermit's cave, or in the darkness of anonymity. Not so Diogenes. He was not a reclu(归隐者) or a stylite(修行者), or a beatnik(奇异怪装,颓废的一代). He was a missionary. His life's aim was clear to him: it was "to restamp the currency." (He and his father had once been convicted for counterfeiting, long before he turned to philosophy, and this phra was Diogenes' bold, unembarrasd joke on the subject.) To restamp the currency: to take the clean metal of human life, to era the old fal conventional markings, and to imprint it with its true values.
The other great philosophers of the fourth century before Christ taught mainly their own private pupils. In the shady groves and cool sanctuaries of the Academy, Plato discourd to a chon few on the unreality of this contingent existence. Aristotle, among the books and instruments and specimens and archives and rearch-workers of his Lyceum, pursued investigations and gave lectures that were rightly named esoteric, "for t
建材英文ho within the walls." But for Diogenes, laboratory and specimens and lecture halls and pupils were all to be found in a crowd of ordinary people. Therefore, he cho to live in Athens or in the rich city of Corinth, where travelers from all over the Mediterranean world constantly came and went. And, by design, he publicly behaved in such ways as to show people what real life was. He would constantly take up their spiritual coin, ring it on a stone, and laugh at its fal superscription.
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He thought most people were only half-alive, most men only half-men. At bright noonday he walked through the market place carrying a lighted lamp and inspecting the face of everyone he met. They asked him why. Diogenes answered, "I am trying to find a man." （在他的眼里，大多数的人都只是半个生命，大多数的人都是半个人。在正中午的时候，他举着一个点燃的蜡烛，走在熙熙攘攘的市场里，检查和审视着每个人的脸。人们问这是他干什么, 戴奥吉尼斯 回答说，“我在试图找到一个真正的人。老友记第二季”
To a gentleman who rvant was putting on his shoes for him, Diogenes said, "You won't be really happy until he wipes your no for you: that will come after you lo the u of your hands."
Once there was a war-scare so rious that it stirred even the lazy, profit-happy Corinthians. They began to drill, clean their weapons, and rebuild their neglected fortifications. Diogenes took his old cask and began to roll it up and down, back and forward. "When you are all so busy," he said, "I felt I ought to do something!"
