He had planned to read. Two or three books lie open,

master of strong armies and fleets,on the march to Sinopi took a routethrough a remote part of the countrywhere a soothsayer lived.Mithridatis sent one of his officersto ask the soothsayer how much more property,how much more power, he’d accumulate in the future.He dispatched one of his officers,then continued his march to Sinopi.The soothsayer withdrew into…

The spot is beautifully chosen.We put him near those things of histhat he remembers maybe even there:notes, texts, commentaries, variants,voluminous studies of Greek idioms.Also, this way, as we go to the books,we’ll see, we’ll honour his tomb.

as a tall and perfectly handsome youth,with the joy of immortality in his eyes,with his scented black hair,the passers-by would stare at himand one would ask the other if he knew him,and if he were a Greek of Syria, or a stranger. But some,who watched with greater attention,would understand and stand aside;and as he vanished…

An obstacle was there distortingthe actions and the manner of my life.An obstacle was often thereto stop me when I’d begin to speak.From my most unnoticed actions,my most veiled writing –from these alone will I be understood.But maybe it isn’t worth so much concern,so much effort to discover who I really am.Later, in a more…