It was now midday and the enemy had not yet come into sight. But in the early afternoon, dust appeared, like a white cloud, and after some time a sort of blackness extending a long way over the plain
‘And now I think you are bewitching and beguiling me, simply putting me under a spell, so that I am quite perplexed’
For a human being a life without examination is actually not worth living.
You’re like a horse, boy, who has had his fill
Of barley elsewhere, then comes back to me,
Wanting a gentle rider, a cool spring,
Soft meadows to run in, and some shady woods.
This city’s pregnant, Kurnos, and I fear
She’ll bear a man to crush our swelling pride
The people still have sense, but those in charge
Are turning, stumbling into evil ways.
Defend yourself against the evil days
Lenaion brings, all of them days which pierce
The hides of oxen; guard against the frosts
That kill, when Boreas blows on the earth.
Must not those whose affection is mutual look at each other with pleasure and converse in amity;
must they not trust and be trusted, be considerate to each other, share pleasure in their successes and sorrow if anything goes wrong.
‘Tell me, Xenophon, have you not always believed Critobulus to be a man of sound sense, not wild and self-willed? Should you not have said that he was remarkable for his prudence rather than thoughtless or foolhardy?’ ‘Certainly that is what I should have said of him.’ said Xenophon ‘Then you are now to regard…