40. How to Speak ?

Style

How to speak?

Your speech

like your life

should be measured

&

composed.

Eloquence flows gently as honey flows, thus soothing my irritations, quieting my terrors, shaking off my illusions, checking my indulgences, thus rebuking my greed.

Dispatch your eloquence with ease

rather than haste & I bid you to

slow your discourse.

On the Proper Style for a Philosopher’s Discourse

I thank you for writing to me so often; If the pictures of our absence friends are pleasing to us, though they only refresh the memory & lighten our longing by a solace that is unreal & unsubstantial, how much more pleasant is a letter, which brings us real traces, real evidences, of an absence friend!

For that which is sweetest when we meet face to face is afforded by the impress of a friend’s hand upon their letter, – Recognition.

You write me that the philosopher Serapio, “He is wont,” you say, “to wrench up his words with a mighty rush, & he does not let them flow forth one by one, but makes them crowd & dash upon each other; For the words come in such quantity that a single voice is inadequate to utter them”

I do not approve of this in a philosopher; their speech, like their life, should be composed; & nothing that rushes headlong & is hurried is well ordered.

That is why, in Homer the rapid style, which sweeps down without a break like a snow-squall, is assigned to the younger speaker; from the old person, eloquence flows gently, & is sweeter than honey.

Therefore mark my words; that forceful manner of speech, rapid & copious, is more suited to a mountebank than to a person who is discussing & teaching an important & serious subject.

Although I object just as strongly that one should drip out their words as that one should go at top speed; One should neither keep the ear on the stretch, nor deafen it.

For that poverty-stricken & thin-spun style also makes the audience less attentive because they are weary of its stammering slowness; nevertheless, the word which has been long awaited sinks in more easily than the word which flits past us on the wing.

Finally, people speak of “handing down” precepts to their pupils; but one is not “handing down” that which eludes the grasp, Besides, speech that deals with the truth should be unadorned & plain.

This popular style has nothing to do with the truth; its aim is to impress the common herd, to ravish heedless ears by its speed; it does not offer itself for discussion, but snatches itself away from discussion.

Yet how can that speech govern others which cannot itself be governed?, May I not also remark that all speech which is employed for the purpose of healing our minds, ought to sink into us?

Remedies do not avail unless they remain in the system, Besides, this sort of speech contains a great deal of sheer emptiness; it has more sound than power.

My terrors should be quieted, my irritations soothed, my illusions shaken off, my indulgences checked, my greed rebuked.

And which of these cures can be brought about in a hurry?, What physician can heal his patient on a flying visit?, May I add that such a jargon of confused & ill-chosen words cannot afford pleasure, either? 

No; but just as you are well satisfied, in the majority of cases, to have seen through tricks which you did not think could possibly be done, so in the case of these word-gymnasts, – to have heard them once is amply sufficient.

For what can a person desire to learn or to imitate in them?, What is One to think of their souls, when their speech is sent into the charge in utter disorder, & cannot be kept in hand? 

Just as, when you run down hill, you cannot stop at the point where you had decided to stop, but your steps are carried along by the momentum of your body & are borne beyond the place where you wished to halt; so this speed of speech has no control over itself, nor is it seemly for philosophy; since philosophy should carefully place their words, not fling them out, & should proceed step by step.

“What then?”, you say; “should not philosophy sometimes take a loftier tone?”, Of course they should; but dignity of character should be preserved, & this is stripped away by such violent & excessive force.

Let philosophy possess great forces, but kept well under control; let them stream flow unceasingly, but never become a torrent, & I should hardly allow even to an orator a rapidity of speech like this, which cannot be called back, which goes lawlessly ahead; for how could it be followed by jurors, who are often inexperienced & untrained?

Even when the orator is carried away by their desire to show off their powers, or by uncontrollable emotion, even then One should not quicken their pace & heap up words to an extent greater than the ear can endure.

Fabianus, a person noteworthy because of his life, his knowledge, &, less important than either of these, his eloquence also, used to discuss a subject with dispatch rather than with haste; hence you might call it ease rather than speed.

I approve this quality in the wise person; but I do not demand it; only let their speech proceed unhampered, though I prefer that it should be deliberately uttered rather than spouted.

However, I have this further reason for frightening you away from the latter malady, namely, that you could only be successful in practising this style by losing your sense of modesty; you would have to rub all shame from your countenance, & refused to hear yourself speak.

For that heedless flow will carry with it many expressions which you would wish to criticize, &, I repeat, you could not attain it & at the same time preserve your sense of shame.

Moreover, you would need to practise every day, & transfer your attention from subject matter to words; And words, even if they came to you readily & flowed without any exertion on your part, yet would have to be kept under control.

For just as a less ostentatious gait becomes a philosopher, so does a restrained style of speech, far removed from boldness.

Therefore, the ultimate kernel of my remarks is this:

I bid you be slow of speech.

Farewell, Seneca, StoicTaoist.

39. What to Aspire to ?

Noble Aspirations

What to Aspire to ?

The study notes are necessary when learning a subject, howsoever useful a summary may be, it is only of use to one who knows it.

Pick up philosophy

&

desire to be one yourself

as the soul can be roused to

Honourable things.

Just as the flames springs straight into the air, & cannot be kept down, our soul is more ardent, the greater its motion & activities.

Happy is the person

who has given it to this

impulse towards better things!

It is the quality of a great soul to scorn great things & to prefer that which is ordinary rather than that which is too great.

On Noble Aspirations

I shall indeed arrange for you in careful order & narrow compass, the notes which you request.

However consider whether you may not get more help from the customary method than from that which is now commonly called a “breviary,” though in the good old days, when real Latin was spoken, it was called a “summary.”

The former is more necessary to one who is learning a subject, the latter to one who knows it.

For the one teaches, the other stirs the memory, however I shall give you abundant opportunity for both.

A person like you should not ask me for this authority or that; one who furnishes a voucher for their statements argues themselves unknown.

I shall therefore write exactly what you wish, but I shall do it in my own way; until then, you have many authors whose works will presumably keep your ideas sufficiently in order.

Pick up the list of the philosophers; that very act will compel you to wake up, when you see how many people have been working for your benefit; You will desire eagerly to be one of them yourself; For this is the most excellent quality that the noble soul has within itself, that it can be roused to honourable things.

No person of exalted gifts is pleased with that which is low & mean; the vision of great achievement summons them & uplifts all.

Just as the flame springs straight into the air & cannot be cabined or kept down any more than it can repose in quiet, so our soul is always in motion, & the more ardent it is, the greater its motion & activity.

Yet happy is the person

who has given it to this

impulse towards better things!

One will place themselves beyond the jurisdiction of chance; one will wisely control prosperity; one will lessen adversity, & will despise what others hold in admiration.

It is the quality of a great soul to scorn great things & to prefer that which is ordinary rather than that which is too great.

For the one condition is useful & life-giving; but the other does harm just because it is excessive.

Similarly, too rich a soil makes the grain fall flat, branches break down under too heavy a load, excessive productiveness does not bring fruit to ripeness.

This is the case with the soul also; for it is ruined by uncontrolled prosperity, which is used not only to the detriment of others, but also to the detriment of itself.

What enemy was ever so insolent to any opponent as are their pleasures to certain people?, The only excuse that we can allow for the incontinence & mad lust of these people is the fact that they suffer the evils which they have inflicted upon others.

They are rightly harassed by this madness, because desire must have unbounded space for its excursions, if it transgresses nature’s mean; For this has its bounds, but waywardness & the acts that spring from wilful lust are without boundaries.

Utility measures our needs; but by what standard can you check the superfluous?

It is for this reason that people sink themselves in pleasures, & they cannot do without them when once they have become accustomed to them, & for this reason they are most wretched, because they have reached such a pass that what was once superfluous to them has become indispensable.

So they are the slaves of their pleasures instead of enjoying them; they even love their own ills, & that is the worst ill of all!

Then it is that the height of unhappiness is reached, when people are not only attracted, but even pleased, by shameful things, & when there is no longer any room for a cure, now that those things which once were vices have become habits.

Farewell, Seneca, StoicTaoist.