by
MORALISTS WITHOUT MORALS
I WOULD gladly flee beyond Sarmatia
and the frozen
Sea when people who ape the Curii 4 and
live like
Bacchanals dare talk about morals. In the first place,
they are unlearned persons, though you may find their
houses crammed with plaster casts of Chrysippus; 5
for the most accomplished of them is the man
who has bought a likeness of Aristotle or Pittacus, 6
4 A famous family of
early Rome.
5
The eminent Stoic philosopher, pupil of Cleanthes.
6
One of the seven wise men of Greece, b. circ
. B.C
. 652.
or bids his shelves to
keep originals T
of Cleanthes 1
and his kind. Men's faces are not to be trusted;
does not every street
abound in gloomy-faced
perverts? And do you rebuke foul practices,
when you are yourself the most notorious delving-
ground among Socratic
fairies? Hairy limbs,T
and arms stiff with bristles, give promise of a manly
soul: but sleek is your
anus when the grinning
doctor cuts into the
swollen piles. Men of your
kind talk little; they glory in taciturnity, and cut their
hair shorter than their
eyebrows. Peribomius 2 him-
self is more open and more honest; his face, his walk,
betray his distemper, and I charge Destiny with
his failings. Such men excite your pity by their
frankness; the very fury
of their passions wins them
pardon. Far worse are those who denounce evil
ways in the language of
a Hercules; and after dis-
coursing upon virtue, prepare to practise vice.T
"Am I to respect you, Sextus," quoth the infamous
Varillus, "when you do as I do? How am I worse
than yourself ?" Let the straight-legged man laugh
at the club-footed, the white man at the blackamoor:
but who could endure the Gracchi railing at sedi-
tion? Who will not
confound heaven with earth,
and sea with sky, if Verres denounce thieves, or
Milo 3 cut-throats? If Clodius
condemns adulterers,
or Catiline upbraids
Cethegus;4 or if Sulla's three
disciples 5 inveigh against proscriptions?
Such
a
man was that adulterer 6 who, after lately
defiling
himself by a union of the tragic style, revived the
stern laws that were to
be a terror to all men--yes,
even to Mars and Venus--at the moment when Julia
was relieving her fertile womb of so many abortions
and the lumps displayed
the likeness of her uncle
Is it not then right and proper that the very worst
of sinners should despise those who pretend to be
like the Scauri,1 and bite back when bitten?
Laronia could not contain herself when one of
these sour-faced notables cried out, "What of you,
Julian Law?
2 What, gone to sleep?" To which
she answered smilingly, "O happy times to have you
for a censor of our morals! Once more may Rome
regain her modesty; a third Cato has come down to
us from the skies! But tell me, where did you buy
that balsam juice that
perfumes your hairy neck?
Don't be ashamed to point out to me the shopman!
If laws and statutes are
to be raked up, you should
cite first of all the Scantinian: 3 inquire
first into the
things that are done by
men; men do more wicked
things than we do, but they are protected by their
numbers, and the tight-locked shields of their
phalanx. Male effeminates are well joined
together; never in our sex will you find such
loathsome examples of evil . . . .
"Do we women ever plead in the courts?
Are we learned in the Law? Do your court-houses
ever ring with our bawling? Some few of us
are wrestlers; some of us eat meat-rations: you
men spin wool and bring
back your tale of work
in full baskets when it
is done; you twirl round the
spindle big with fine thread more deftly than
Penelope, more delicately than Arachne,1 doing
work such as an unkempt drab squatting on a log
would do. Everybody knows why Hister left all
his property to his freedman, why in his life-time
he gave so many presents to his young wife; the
woman who sleeps third in a big bed will want for
nothing. So when you take a husband, keep your
mouth shut; precious stones 2 will be the
reward of a
well-kept secret. After this, what condemnation can
be pronounced on us women? Our censor absolves
the
raven and passes judgment on the pigeon!"
While
Laronia was uttering these plain truths,
the would-be Stoics made off in confusion; for what
word of untruth had she
spoken? Yet what will
not other men do when
you, Creticus, dress yourself
in garments of gauze, and while everyone is mar-
velling at your attire, launch out against the Proculae
and the Pollittae? Fabulla is an adulteress;
condemn
Carfinia of the same crime if you please; but how-
ever guilty, they would never wear such a gown as
yours. "O but," you say, "these July days are so
sweltering!" Then why not plead without clothes?
Such madness would be less disgraceful. Yours
is
a pretty garb in which to propose or expound laws to
our countrymen flushed
with victory, and with their
wounds yet unhealed; and
to those mountain rustics
who had laid down their ploughs to listen to you!
What would you not exclaim if you saw a judge
dressed like that? Would a robe of gauze sit be-
comingly on a witness? You, Creticus, you, the keen,
unbending champion of human liberty, to be clothed
in a transparency!
This plague has come upon us
by infection, and it
will spread still further, just as
in the fields the scab of one sheep, or the mange of
one pig, destroys an entire herd; just as one bunch
of grapes takes on its sickly colour from the aspect
of its neighbour.
Some day you will venture on something more
shameful than this dress; no one reaches the
depths of turpitude all at once. By degrees you
will be welcomed by
those who in their homes put
long fillets round their brows, swathe themselves with
necklaces, and propitiate the Bona Dea with the
stomach of a porker
and a huge bowl of wine, though
by an evil usage the Goddess warns off all women
from entering the door;
none but males may approach
her altar.1 "Away with you! profane
women" is
the cry; "no booming horn, no she-minstrels here!"
Such were the secret torchlight orgies with which
the Baptae 2 wearied the Cecropian
3 Cotytto. One
lengthens his eyebrows with some damp soot staining
the edge of a needle, and lifts up his fluttering
eyes to
be painted; another drinks out of an obscenely-
shaped glass, and ties up his long locks in a gilded
net; he is clothed in blue checks, or smoothed green;
the attendant swears by
Juno like his master. An-
other holds in his hand a mirror like that carried by the
effeminate Otho: a trophy of the Auruncan Actor,4
in
which he gazed at his own image in full armour when
he was just ready to
give the order to advance--a
thing notable and novel in the annals of our time, a
mirror among the kit of Civil War! It needed, in
truth,
a mighty general to slay Galba, and take care his of
skin; it needed a citizen of highest courage to
ape
the splendours of the Palace on the field of Bebria-
cum,1 and plaster his face with dough!
Never did the
quiver-bearing Samiramis 2 do this in her
Assyrian
realm, nor the despairing Cleopatra on board her
ship at Actium. No decency of language is there
here: no regard for the
manners of the table. You
will hear all the foul talk and squeaking tones of
Cybele; a white-haired frenzied old man presides
over the rites; he is a rare and notable master of
mighty gluttony, and should be hired to
teach it.
But why wait any longer
when it were time in
Phrygian fashion to lop off the superfluous
flesh?
Gracchus has presented to a cornet player--or
perhaps it was a player on the straight horn--a
dowry of four hundred thousand sesterces.
The
contract has been signed; the benedictions have been
pronounced; a crowd of banqueters seated, the
new
made bride is reclining
on the bosom of her husband.
O ye nobles of Rome! is it a soothsayer that we need,
or a Censor? Would you be more aghast, would you
deem it a greater portent, if a woman gave birth to a
calf, or a cow to a lamb? The man who is now array-
ing himself in the flounces and train and veil of a bride
once sweated as he carried one of the sacred, wavering
shields 3 of Mars by its mysterious thong
!
O Father of our city, whence came such wickedness
among thy Latin shepherds? From where came this
stinging nettle, O Gradivus , to strike your
grandchildren?
Behold ! Here you have a man of high birth and wealth
being handed over in marriage to a man, and yet you
don't shake your helmet, nor smite the earth with
your spear, nor protest to your Father? Away
with
you then; begone from the austere broad expanse
of that Martial Plain 1 which you have
forgotten!
" I have a ceremony to attend," says one, "at
dawn tomorrow, in the Quirinal valley."
"What is
the occasion?" "No need to ask: a friend is taking
to himself a husband; quite a small affair." Yes, and
if we only live long enough, we shall see these things
done openly: people will wish to see them reported
among the news of the day. Meanwhile these would-
be brides have one great trouble: they can bear no
children with which to hold fast their husbands; well
has nature done in granting to their desires no power
over their bodies. They die unfertile; nothing stored
in the medicine-chest of the bloated Lyde helps,
nor
does it help to hold out their hands to the blows of
the swift-footed Luperci ! 2
Greater still the portent when Gracchus, clad
in a tunic, played the gladiator, and fled, trident in
hand, across the arena--Gracchus, a man of nobler
birth than the Capitolini, or the Marcelli, or the
descendants of Catulus or Paulus, or the Fabii:
nobler than all the spectators in the podium; 3
including him who gave the show at which that
net 4 was flung.
That there are such things as Manes,
and kingdoms
below ground, and the river Cocytus, and Stygian
pools with black frogs,
and all those thousands cross-
ing over in a single little boat--these things not even
1
i.e.
the Campus Martius.
2
The Luperci were a mysterious priesthood who on certain
days ran
round the pomoerium clad in goat-skins and struck
at any woman they met with goat-skin thongs in order to
produce fertility.
3
The podium was a balustrade, or
balcony, set all round
the amphitheatre, from which the most distinguished of
the
spectators witnessed the performance.
4
For the disgrace incurred by Gracchus in fighting as
a retiarius
against a secutor, see the
fuller passage Sat. viii.
199-210 and note.
boys believe, except such as have not yet had
their penny bath.
But just imagine them to be
true--what would Curius and the two Scipios think?
or Fabricius and the spirit of Camillus? What would
the legion that fought at the Cremera 1
think, or the
young manhood that fell at Cannae; what would all
those gallant hearts feel when a spirit of this sort
comes down to them from
here? They would wish
to be purified; if only sulphur and torches
and wet
laurel were to be had. Such is the degradation to
which we have come! Our arms indeed we have
pushed beyond Juverna's 2 shores, to the
new-
conquered Orcades and the short-nighted Britons;
but the things which we do in our victorious city
will never be done by the men whom we have
conquered. And yet they say that one Zalaces, an
Armenian more effeminate than any of our youth, has
yielded to the ardour of a Tribune! Just see what
foreign relations do ! He came as a hostage:
but here they become men. Give them a
long sojourn in our city, and lovers will never fail
them. They will throw away their trousers and their
knives, their bridles and their whips, and thus carry
back to Artaxata the manners of our Roman youth.
1 The
battle in which 300 Fabii were killed.
2
lreland.
Verres : "Gaius. A Roman quaestor in B.C. 82 ... Praetor Urbanus in 74, and afterwards propraetor in Sicily, where he remained nearly three years (73-71). The extortions and exactions of Verres in the island have become notorious through the celebrated orations of Cicero. No class of the inhabitants of Sicily was exempted from his avarice, his cruelty, or his insults. The wealthy had money or works of art to yield up; the middle classes might be made to pay heavier imposts; and the exports of the vineyards, the arable land, and the loom he saddled with heavier burdens. By capricious changes or violent abrogation of their compacts, Verres reduced to beggary both the producers and the farmers of the revenue. His three years' rule desolated the island more effectually than the two recent Servile Wars and than the old struggle between Carthage and Rome for the possession of the island. So diligently did he employ his opportunities that he boasted of having amassed enough for a life of opulence, even if he were compelled to disgorge two-thirds of his plunder in stifling inquiry or purchasing an acquittal." Peck
There is disagreement on the reading of the Latin here; some see contum (punt-pole) instead of Cocytum (the river Cocytus) .
Punt 1.
shade :