Lucian, Gallus, Henry Watson Fowler (Translator), Francis George Fowler (Translator), 5

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Cock

Ah, you don’t understand, Micyllus. There is a reason for these things: different diets suit different creatures. I was a philosopher in those days; accordingly I abstained from beans. Now, on the contrary, I propose to eat beans; they are an unexceptionable diet for birds. And now if you like I will tell you how from being Pythagoras I have come to be—what you see me; and all about the other lives I have lived, and what were the good points of each.

Micyllus

Tell on; there is nothing I should like better. Indeed, if I were given my choice between hearing your story, and having my late dream of riches over again, I don’t know which I should decide on. 'Twas a sweet vision, of joys above all price: yet not above the tale of my cock’s adventures.

Cock

What, still puzzling over the import of a dream? Still busy with vain phantoms, chasing a visionary happiness through your head, that ‘fleeting’ joy, as the poet calls it?

Gallus. Lucian. Henry Watson Fowler (Translator), Francis George Fowler (Translator). Medford, MA, USA. 2023-08-01.

Current edition Perseus

The Cock (English) (The Works of Lucian of Samosata, Vol. 3. Fowler, Henry Watson and Fowler, Francis George, translators. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1905.)

Editions (1)

Ὄνειρος ἢ Ἀλεκτρυών Perseus (Lucian, Vol. 2. Harmon, Austin Morris, editor. London: William Heinemann, Ltd.; Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1915.) — 5 focus

Ἀλεκτρυών

οὐ γὰρ οἶσθα, ὦ Μίκυλλε, ἥτις αἰτία τούτων οὐδὲ τὰ πρόσφορα ἑκάστῳ βίῳ. ἐγὼ δὲ τότε μὲν οὐκ ἤσθιον τῶν κυάμων, ἐφιλοσόφουν γάρ· νῦν δὲ φάγοιμʼ ἄν, ὀρνιθικὴ γὰρ καὶ οὐκ ἀπόρρητος ἡμῖν ἡ τροφή. πλὴν ἀλλʼ εἴ σοι φίλον, ἄκουε ὅπως ἐκ Πυθαγόρου τοῦτο νῦν εἰμι καὶ ἐν οἵοις βίοις πρότερον ἐβιότευσα καὶ ἅτινα τῆς μεταβολῆς ἑκάστης ἀπολέλαυκα.

Μίκυλλος

λέγοις ἄν· ὡς ἔμοιγε ὑπερήδιστον ἂν τὸ ἄκουσμα γένοιτο, ὥστε εἴ τις αἵρεσιν προθείη, πότερα μᾶλλον ἐθέλω σοῦ ἀκούειν τὰ τοιαῦτα διεξιόντος ἢ τὸν πανευδαίμονα ὄνειρον ἐκεῖνον αὖθις ὁρᾶν τὸν μικρὸν ἔμπροσθεν, οὐκ οἶδα ὁπότερον ἂν ἑλοίμην· οὕτως ἀδελφὰ ἡγοῦμαι τὰ σὰ τοῖς ἡδίστοις φανεῖσι καὶ ἐν ἴσῃ ὑμᾶς τιμῇ ἄγω, σέ τε καὶ τὸ πολυτίμητον ἐνύπνιον.

Ἀλεκτρυών

ἔτι γὰρ σὺ ἀναπεμπάζῃ τὸν ὄνειρον ὅστις ποτὲ ὁ φανείς σοι ἦν καί τινα ἰνδάλματα μάταια διαφυλάττεις, κενὴν καὶ ὡς ὁ ποιητικὸς λόγος φησὶν ἀμενηνήν τινα εὐδαιμονίαν τῇ μνήμῃ μεταδιώκων;

Translations (2)

The Dream, or the Cock Perseus (Lucian, Vol. 2. Harmon, Austin Morris, editor. London: William Heinemann, Ltd.; Cambridge, MA: Harvard University Press, 1915.) — 5 focus

COCK

Why, Micyllus, you don’t know what the reason for these rules is, and what is good for particular modes of existence. Formerly I did not eat beans because I was a philosopher, but now I can eat them because they are fit food for a bird and are not forbidden to us. But listen if you like, and I'll tell you how from Pythagoras I became what I am, and what existences I formerly led, and what I profited by each change.

MICYLLUS

Do tell me, for I should be more than delighted to hear it. Indeed, if anyone were to let me choose whether I preferred to hear you tell a story like that or to have once more that blissful dream I had a little while ago, I don’t know which would be my choice; for in my estimation what you say is close akin to the most delightful of visions, and I hold you both in equal esteem, you and my priceless dream.

COCK

What, are you still brooding on that vision, whatever it was that came to you, and are you still cherishing idle delusions, hunting down in your memory a vain and (as they say in poetry) disembodied happiness?

The Cock Perseus (Lucian. Selections from Lucian. Smith, Emily James, translator. New York: Harper Brothers, 1892.) — 5 focus

Cock

Nay, Mikyllos, you do not know the reason of these things, nor what is suitable to each life. Formerly I did not eat beans, because I was a philosopher; but now I am willing to eat them, for they are bird's food and not forbidden to us. But come, you shall hear if you like how, after being Pythagoras, I come to be as you see, and what sort of lives I lived before, and what good I got of each transformation.

Mikyllos

Pray tell me; I should be enchanted to listen. If some one should ask me to choose whether I preferred to hear you tell about these things or see that heavenly dream again that I had a little while ago, I do not know which I should choose. You see how nearly akin I judge what you offer to the sweetest visions, and I hold you both in equal esteem, you and the blessed dream.

Cock

What are you still pondering on your dream, wondering who in the world it was that appeared to you? Still cherishing certain fond images and chasing in memory an empty and (as the poets would say) fleeting happiness?

Lucian Gallus 5

Henry Watson Fowler (Translator), Francis George Fowler (Translator)

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Cock

What, still puzzling over the import of a dream? Still busy with vain phantoms, chasing a visionary happiness through your head, that ‘fleeting’ joy, as the poet calls it?

Current edition Perseus

COCK

What, are you still brooding on that vision, whatever it was that came to you, and are you still cherishing idle delusions, hunting down in your memory a vain and (as they say in poetry) disembodied happiness?

Cock

What are you still pondering on your dream, wondering who in the world it was that appeared to you? Still cherishing certain fond images and chasing in memory an empty and (as the poets would say) fleeting happiness?

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Cock What, still puzzling over the import of a dream? Still busy with vain phantoms, chasing a visionary happiness through your head, that ‘fleeting’ joy, as the poet calls it?

Current edition Perseus

COCK What, are you still brooding on that vision, whatever it was that came to you, and are you still cherishing idle delusions, hunting down in your memory a vain and (as they say in poetry) disembodied happiness?

Cock What are you still pondering on your dream, wondering who in the world it was that appeared to you? Still cherishing certain fond images and chasing in memory an empty and (as the poets would say) fleeting happiness?

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Cock

What, still puzzling over the import of a dream? Still busy with vain phantoms, chasing a visionary happiness through your head, that ‘fleeting’ joy, as the poet calls it?

COCK

What, are you still brooding on that vision, whatever it was that came to you, and are you still cherishing idle delusions, hunting down in your memory a vain and (as they say in poetry) disembodied happiness?

Cock

What are you still pondering on your dream, wondering who in the world it was that appeared to you? Still cherishing certain fond images and chasing in memory an empty and (as the poets would say) fleeting happiness?