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title: "Dialogues of the Dead · Νεκρικοὶ διάλογοι"
author: "Lucian"
translator: "Matthew Donald Macleod"
languages: [grc, en]
shelf: "Classical Greek"
section: 1 of 30
url: https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-dead/1/
cite: "Lucian, tr. Matthew Donald Macleod, Dialogues of the Dead · Νεκρικοὶ διάλογοι, section 1. Scriptura (scriptura.si), https://scriptura.si/works/lucian-dialogues-of-the-dead/1/"
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# Dialogues of the Dead · Νεκρικοὶ διάλογοι

*Lucian, tr. Matthew Donald Macleod*

Diogenes, Menippus, Alexander, Achilles and the rest in Hades, where beauty, wealth and power count for nothing.

> Greek: ed. Matthew Donald Macleod, from the Perseus Digital Library (canonical-greekLit, tlg0062.tlg066, CC BY-SA 4.0).

> English: Matthew Donald Macleod, from the Perseus Digital Library (tlg0062.tlg066.perseus-eng3). Notes are not included.

> Rows follow the references the two texts share (books, chapters and sections), cut where both reach the end of a sentence.

## 1. Dialogue 1

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[¶0] 1. DIOGENES: My dear Pollux, I have some instructions for you as soon as you go up top. It’s your turn for resurrection to-morrow, I believe. If you see Menippus, the Dog, anywhere (you’ll find him in Corinth at the Craneum or in the Lyceum at Athens, laughing at the Philosophers wrangling with each other), tell him this from me. “Diogenes bids you, Menippus, if you’ve laughed enough at the things on the earth above, come down here, if you want much more to laugh at; for on earth your laughter was fraught with uncertainty, and people often wondered whether anyone at all was quite sure about what follows death, but here you’ll be able to laugh endlessly without any doubts, as I do now—and particularly when you see rich men, satraps and tyrants so humble and insignificant, with nothing to distinguish them but their groans, and see them to be weak and contemptible when they recall their life above.” That’s the message you’ve to give him and one further thing—that he’s to come here with his wallet filled with lots of lupines and any meals dedicated to Hecate he finds at cross-roads, or eggs from sacrifices of purification, or anything of the sort.

> Greek: 1. ΔΙΟΓΕΝΗΣ: Ὦ Πολύδευκες, ἐντέλλομαί σοι, ἐπειδὰν τάχιστα ἀνέλθῃς,—σὸν γάρ ἐστιν, οἶμαι, ἀναβιῶναι αὔριον—ἤν που ἴδῃς Μένιππον τὸν κύνα,—εὕροις δ’ ἂν αὐτὸν ἐν Κορίνθῳ κατὰ τὸ Κράνειον ἢ ἐν Λυκείῳ τῶν ἐριζόντων πρὸς ἀλλήλους φιλοσόφων καταγελῶντα—εἰπεῖν πρὸς αὐτόν, ὅτι σοί, ὦ Μένιππε, κελεύει ὁ Διογένης, εἴ σοι ἱκανῶς τὰ ὑπὲρ γῆς καταγεγέλασται, ἥκειν ἐνθάδε πολλῷ πλείω ἐπιγελασόμενον· ἐκεῖ μὲν γὰρ ἐν ἀμφιβόλῳ σοὶ ἔτι ὁ γέλως ἦν καὶ πολὺ τὸ “τίς γὰρ ὅλως οἶδε τὰ μετὰ τὸν βίον;”, ἐνταῦθα δὲ οὐ παύσῃ βεβαίως γελῶν καθάπερ ἐγὼ νῦν, καὶ μάλιστα ἐπειδὰν ὁρᾷς τοὺς πλουσίους καὶ σατράπας καὶ τυράννους οὕτω ταπεινοὺς καὶ ἀσήμους, ἐκ μόνης οἰμωγῆς διαγινωσκομένους, καὶ ὅτι μαλθακοὶ καὶ ἀγεννεῖς εἰσι μεμνημένοι τῶν ἄνω. ταῦτα λέγε αὐτῷ, καὶ προσέτι ἐμπλησάμενον τὴν πήραν ἥκειν θέρμων τε πολλῶν καὶ εἴ που εὕροι ἐν τῇ τριόδῳ Ἑκάτης δεῖπνον κείμενον ἢ ᾠὸν ἐκ καθαρσίου ἤ τι τοιοῦτον.

[¶1] 2. POLLUX: I’ll deliver your message, Diogenes. But if I could have precise information about his appearance— DIOGENES: He’s old and bald, with a decrepit cloak full of windows and open to every wind, a motley of flapping rags; he’s always laughing and Generally mocking those hypocritical Philosophers. POLLUX: If we judge from these details at any rate, he should be easy to find.
DIOGENES: May I send a piece of advice to these Philosophers also? POLLUX: Yes; no difficulty with that either.

> Greek: 2. ΠΟΛΥΔΕΥΚΗΣ: Ἀλλ' ἀπαγγελῶ ταῦτα, ὦ Διόγενες. ὅπως δὲ εἰδῶ μάλιστα ὁποῖός τίς ἐστι τὴν ὄψιν— ΔΙΟΓΕΝΗΣ: Γέρων, φαλακρός, τριβώνιον ἔχων πολύθυρον, ἅπαντι ἀνέμῳ ἀναπεπταμένον καὶ ταῖς ἐπιπτυχαῖς τῶν ῥακίων ποικίλον, γελᾷ δ’ ἀεὶ καὶ τὰ πολλὰ τοὺς ἀλαζόνας τούτους φιλοσόφους ἐπισκώπτει. ΠΟΛΥΔΕΥΚΗΣ: Ῥᾴδιον εὑρεῖν ἀπό γε τούτων.
ΔΙΟΓΕΝΗΣ: Βούλει καὶ πρὸς αὐτοὺς ἐκείνους ἐντείλωμαί τι τοὺς φιλοσόφους; ΠΟΛΥΔΕΥΚΗΣ: Λέγε· οὐ βαρὺ γὰρ οὐδὲ τοῦτο.

[¶2] DIOGENES: Pass on a brief message to them to stop their foolish talk and their bickering about the universe, and making each other grow horns, and composing puzzles about crocodiles, and teaching the human mind to ask such insoluble riddles. POLLUX: But they say I’m an uneducated ignoramus to cast aspersions on their wisdom.

> Greek: ΔΙΟΓΕΝΗΣ: Τὸ μὲν ὅλον παύσασθαι αὐτοῖς παρεγγύα ληροῦσι καὶ περὶ τῶν ὅλων ἐρίζουσιν καὶ κέρατα φύουσιν ἀλλήλοις καὶ κροκοδείλους ποιοῦσι καὶ τὰ τοιαῦτα ἄπορα ἐρωτᾶν διδάσκουσι τὸν νοῦν. ΠΟΛΥΔΕΥΚΗΣ: Ἀλλὰ ἐμὲ ἀμαθῆ καὶ ἀπαίδευτον εἶναι φάσκουσι κατηγοροῦντα τῆς σοφίας αὐτῶν.

[¶3] DIOGENES: You tell them from me to go to the devil. POLLUX: I’ll give this message too, Diogenes.

> Greek: ΔΙΟΓΕΝΗΣ: Σὺ δὲ οἰμώζειν αὐτοὺς παρ' ἐμοῦ λέγε. ΠΟΛΥΔΕΥΚΗΣ: Καὶ ταῦτα, ὦ Διόγενες, ἀπαγγελῶ.

[¶4] 3. DIOGENES: And take this message to the rich men from us, my dearest Pollux. “Why do you guard your gold, you senseless fools? Why do you punish yourselves, counting interest, and piling talents on talents, when you must come here shortly with no more than a penny?” POLLUX: They shall have this message too.

> Greek: 3. ΔΙΟΓΕΝΗΣ: Τοῖς πλουσίοις δ’ ὦ φίλτατον Πολυδεύκιον, ἀπάγγελλε ταῦτα παρ' ἡμῶν· τί, ὦ μάταιοι, τὸν χρυσὸν φυλάττετε; τί δὲ τιμωρεῖσθε ἑαυτοὺς λογιζόμενοι τοὺς τόκους καὶ τάλαντα ἐπὶ ταλάντοις συντιθέντες, οὓς χρὴ ἕνα ὀβολὸν ἔχοντας ἥκειν μετ' ὀλίγον; ΠΟΛΥΔΕΥΚΗΣ: Εἰρήσεται καὶ ταῦτα πρὸς ἐκείνους.

[¶5] DIOGENES: Yes, and say to the men who are handsome and strong like Megillus of Corinth and Damoxenus the wrestler, “Here with us are no golden locks or blue eyes or dark eyes, or rosy cheek, no well-strung sinews or sturdy shoulders—all with us, to quote the proverb, is one and the same dust, skulls bereft of good looks.” POLLUX: Another easy message for me to give—to the handsome and strong.

> Greek: ΔΙΟΓΕΝΗΣ: Ἀλλὰ καὶ τοῖς καλοῖς τε καὶ ἰσχυροῖς λέγε, Μεγίλλῳ τε τῷ Κορινθίῳ καὶ Δαμοξένῳ τῷ παλαιστῇ, ὅτι παρ' ἡμῖν οὔτε ἡ ξανθὴ κόμη οὔτε τὰ χαροπὰ ἢ μέλανα ὄμματα ἢ ἐρύθημα ἐπὶ τοῦ 334προσώπου ἔτι ἔστιν ἢ νεῦρα εὔτονα ἢ ὦμοι καρτεροί, ἀλλὰ πάντα μία ἡμῖν κόνις, φασί, κρανία γυμνὰ τοῦ κάλλους. ΠΟΛΥΔΕΥΚΗΣ: Οὐ χαλεπὸν οὐδὲ ταῦτα εἰπεῖν πρὸς τοὺς καλοὺς καὶ ἰσχυρούς.

[¶6] 4. DIOGENES: And tell the poor, my Spartan friend, who are many, displeased with life and pitying themselves for their poverty, not to cry and moan; describe to them our equality here, telling them how they’ll see the rich on earth no better here than they are themselves. And tell your own Spartans off from me, if you will, for having become so slack. POLLUX: Not a word to me about Spartans, Diogenes; I won’t tolerate that. But I’ll deliver your messages to all the others.

> Greek: 4. ΔΙΟΓΕΝΗΣ: Καὶ τοῖς πένησιν, ὦ Λάκων,—πολλοὶ δ’ εἰσὶ καὶ ἀχθόμενοι τῷ πράγματι καὶ οἰκτείροντες τὴν ἀπορίαν—λέγε μήτε δακρύειν μήτε οἰμώζειν διηγησάμενος τὴν ἐνταῦθα ἰσοτιμίαν, καὶ ὅτι ὄψονται τοὺς ἐκεῖ πλουσίους οὐδὲν ἀμείνους αὑτῶν· καὶ Λακεδαιμονίοις δὲ τοῖς σοῖς ταῦτα, εἰ δοκεῖ, παρ' ἐμοῦ ἐπιτίμησον λέγων ἐκλελύσθαι αὐτούς. ΠΟΛΥΔΕΥΚΗΣ: Μηδέν, ὦ Διόγενες, περὶ Λακεδαιμονίων λέγε· οὐ γὰρ ἀνέξομαί γε. ἃ δὲ πρὸς τοὺς ἄλλους ἔφησθα, ἀπαγγελῶ.

[¶7] DIOGENES: Let’s forget about the Spartans, since that’s your wish, but be sure to give my messages to the people I mentioned earlier on.

> Greek: ΔΙΟΓΕΝΗΣ: Ἐάσωμεν τούτους, ἐπεί σοι δοκεῖ· σὺ δὲ οἷς προεῖπον ἀπένεγκον παρ' ἐμοῦ τοὺς λόγους.