Fourth Dealer
And you, my poor fellow, what are you crying for? I must see what I can make of you.
Heraclitus
I am thinking, friend, upon human affairs; and well may I weep and lament, for the doom of all is sealed. Hence my compassion and my sorrow. For the present, I think not of it; but the future!—the future is all bitterness. Conflagration and destruction of the world. I weep to think that nothing abides, All things are whirled together in confusion. Pleasure and pain, knowledge and ignorance, great and small; up and down they go, the playthings of Time.
Fourth Dealer
And what is Time?
Heraclitus
A child; and plays at draughts and blindman’s-buff.
Fourth Dealer
And men?
Heraclitus
Are mortal Gods.
Fourth Dealer
And Gods?
Heraclitus
Immortal men.
Fourth Dealer
So! Conundrums, fellow? Nuts to crack? You are a very oracle for obscurity.
Heraclitus
Your affairs do not interest me.
Fourth Dealer
No one will be fool enough to bid for you at that rate.
Heraclitus
Young and old, him that bids and him that bids not, a murrain seize you all!
Fourth Dealer
A sad case. He will be melancholy mad before long. Neither of these is the creed for my money.
Heraclitus
No one bids.
Zeus
Next lot.
Vitarum auctio. Lucian. Henry Watson Fowler (Translator), Francis George Fowler (Translator). Medford, MA, USA. 2023-08-01.
Sponsored by Tufts University.
Funding provided by National Endowment for the Humanities.