timaeu-第2章
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request。 As soon as we arrived yesterday at the guest…chamber of
Critias； with whom we are staying； or rather on our way thither； we
talked the matter over； and he told us an ancient tradition； which I
wish； Critias； that you would repeat to Socrates； so that he may
help us to judge whether it will satisfy his requirements or not。
Crit。 I will； if Timaeus； who is our other partner； approves。
Tim。 I quite approve。
Crit。 Then listen； Socrates； to a tale which； though strange； is
certainly true； having been attested by Solon； who was the wisest of
the seven sages。 He was a relative and a dear friend of my
great…grandfather； Dropides； as he himself says in many passages of
his poems； and he told the story to Critias； my grandfather； who
remembered and repeated it to us。 There were of old； he said； great
and marvellous actions of the Athenian city； which have passed into
oblivion through lapse of time and the destruction of mankind； and one
in particular； greater than all the rest。 This we will now rehearse。
It will be a fitting monument of our gratitude to you； and a hymn of
praise true and worthy of the goddess； on this her day of festival。
Soc。 Very good。 And what is this ancient famous action of the
Athenians； which Critias declared； on the authority of Solon； to be
not a mere legend； but an actual fact？
Crit。 I will tell an old…world story which I heard from an aged man；
for Critias； at the time of telling it； was as he said； nearly
ninety years of age； and I was about ten。 Now the day was that day
of the Apaturia which is called the Registration of Youth； at which；
according to custom； our parents gave prizes for recitations； and
the poems of several poets were recited by us boys； and many of us
sang the poems of Solon； which at that time had not gone out of
fashion。 One of our tribe； either because he thought so or to please
Critias； said that in his judgment Solon was not only the wisest of
men； but also the noblest of poets。 The old man； as I very well
remember； brightened up at hearing this and said； smiling： Yes；
Amynander； if Solon had only； like other poets； made poetry the
business of his life； and had completed the tale which he brought with
him from Egypt； and had not been compelled； by reason of the
factions and troubles which he found stirring in his own country
when he came home； to attend to other matters； in my opinion he
would have been as famous as Homer or Hesiod； or any poet。
And what was the tale about； Critias？ said Amynander。
About the greatest action which the Athenians ever did； and which
ought to have been the most famous； but； through the lapse of time and
the destruction of the actors； it has not come down to us。
Tell us； said the other； the whole story； and how and from whom
Solon heard this veritable tradition。
He replied：…In the Egyptian Delta； at the head of which the river
Nile divides； there is a certain district which is called the district
of Sais； and the great city of the district is also called Sais； and
is the city from which King Amasis came。 The citizens have a deity for
their foundress； she is called in the Egyptian tongue Neith； and is
asserted by them to be the same whom the Hellenes call Athene； they
are great lovers of the Athenians； and say that they are in some way
related to them。 To this city came Solon； and was received there
with great honour； he asked the priests who were most skilful in
such matters； about antiquity； and made the discovery that neither
he nor any other Hellene knew anything worth mentioning about the
times of old。 On one occasion； wishing to draw them on to speak of
antiquity； he began to tell about the most ancient things in our
part of the world…about Phoroneus； who is called 〃the first man；〃
and about Niobe； and after the Deluge； of the survival of Deucalion
and Pyrrha； and he traced the genealogy of their descendants； and
reckoning up the dates； tried to compute how many years ago the events
of which he was speaking happened。 Thereupon one of the priests； who
was of a very great age； said： O Solon； Solon； you Hellenes are
never anything but children； and there is not an old man among you。
Solon in return asked him what he meant。 I mean to say； he replied；
that in mind you are all young； there is no old opinion handed down
among you by ancient tradition； nor any science which is hoary with
age。 And I will tell you why。 There have been； and will be again； many
destructions of mankind arising out of many causes； the greatest
have been brought about by the agencies of fire and water； and other
lesser ones by innumerable other causes。 There is a story； which
even you have preserved； that once upon a time Paethon； the son of
Helios； having yoked the steeds in his father's chariot； because he
was not able to drive them in the path of his father； burnt up all
that was upon the earth； and was himself destroyed by a thunderbolt。
Now this has the form of a myth； but really signifies a declination of
the bodies moving in the heavens around the earth； and a great
conflagration of things upon the earth； which recurs after long
intervals； at such times those who live upon the mountains and in
dry and lofty places are more liable to destruction than those who
dwell by rivers or on the seashore。 And from this calamity the Nile；
who is our never…failing saviour； delivers and preserves us。 When；
on the other hand； the gods purge the earth with a deluge of water；
the survivors in your country are herdsmen and shepherds who dwell
on the mountains； but those who； like you； live in cities are
carried by the rivers into the sea。 Whereas in this land； neither then
nor at any other time； does the water come down from above on the
fields； having always a tendency to come up from below； for which
reason the traditions preserved here are the most ancient。
The fact is； that wherever the extremity of winter frost or of
summer does not prevent； mankind exist； sometimes in greater；
sometimes in lesser numbers。 And whatever happened either in your
country or in ours； or in any other region of which we are informed…if
there were any actions noble or great or in any other way
remarkable； they have all been written down by us of old； and are
preserved in our temples。 Whereas just when you and other nations
are beginning to be provided with letters and the other requisites
of civilized life； after the usual interval； the stream from heaven；
like a pestilence； comes pouring down； and leaves only those of you
who are destitute of letters and education； and so you have to begin
all over again like children； and know nothing of what happened in
ancient times； either among us or among yourselves。 As for those
genealogies of yours which you just now recounted to us； Solon； they
are no better than the tales of children。 In the first place you
remember a single deluge only； but there were many previous ones； in
the next place； you do not know that there formerly dwelt in your land
the fairest and noblest race of men which ever lived； and that you and
your whole city are descended from a small seed or remnant of them
which survived。 And this was unknown to you； because； for many
generations； the survivors of that destruction died； leaving no
written word。 For there was a time； Solon； before the great deluge
of all； when the city which now is Athens was first in war and in
every way the best governed of all cities； is said to have performed
the noblest deeds and to have had the fairest constitution of any of
which tradition tells； under the face of heaven。
Solon marvelled at his words； and earnestly requested the priests to
inform him exactly and in order about these former citizens。 You are
welcome to hear about them； Solon； said the priest； both for your
own sake and for that of your city； and above all； for the sake of the
goddess who is the common patron and parent and educator of both our
cities。 She founded your city a thousand years before ours；
receiving from the Earth and Hephaestus the seed of your race； and
afterwards she founded ours；
