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Part I.
Part I.
I. And should my service, Titus, ease the weight
Of care that wrings your heart, and draw the sting
Which rankles there, what guerdon shall there be?
For I may address you, Atticus, in the lines in which Flamininus was
addressed by the man
who, poor in wealth, was rich in honour`s gold,
though I am well assured that you are not, as Flamininus was,
kept on the rack of care by night and day.
For I know how well - ordered and equable your mind is, and am fully
aware that it was not a surname alone which you brought home with you from
Athens, but its culture and good sense. And yet I have an idea that you are at
times stirred to the heart by the same circumstances as myself. To console you
for these is a more serious matter, and must be put off to another time. For
the present I have resolved to dedicate to you an essay on Old Age. For from
the burden of impending or at least advancing age, common to us both, I would
do something to relieve us both: though as to yourself I am fully aware that
you support and will support it, as you do everything else, with calmness and
philosophy. But directly I resolved to write on old age, you at once occurred
to me as deserving a gift of which both of us might take advantage. To myself,
indeed, the composition of this book has been so delightful that it has not
only wiped away all the disagreeables of old age, but has even made it
luxurious and delightful too. Never, therefore, can philosophy be praised as
highly as it deserves, considering that its faithful disciple is able to spend
every period of his life with unruffled feelings. However, on other subjects I
have spoken at large, and shall often speak again: this book which I herewith
send you is on Old Age. I have put the whole discourse not, as Alisto of Cos
did, in the mouth of Tithonus - for a mere fable would have lacked conviction
- but in that of Marcus Cato when he was an old man, to give my essay greater
weight. I represent Laelius and Scipio at his house expressing surprise at his
carrying his years so lightly, and Cato answering them. If he shall seem to
shew somewhat more learning in this discourse than he generally did in his own
books, put it down to the Greek literature of which it is known that he became
an eager student in his old age. But what need of more? Cato`s own words will
at once explain all I feel about old age.
M. Cato. Publius Cornelius Scipio Africanus (the younger). Gaius Laelius.
2. Scipio. Many a time have I in conversation with my friend Gaius
Laelius here expressed my admiration, Marcus Cato, of the eminent, nay
perfect, wisdom displayed by you indeed at all points, but above everything
because I have noticed that old age never seemed a burden to you, while to
most old men it is so hateful that they declare themselves under a weight
heavier than Aetna.
Cato. Your admiration is easily excited, it seems, my dear Scipio and
Laelius. Men, of course, who have no resources in themselves for securing a
good and happy life find every age burdensome. But those who look for all
happiness from within can never think anything bad which Nature makes
inevitable. In that category before anything else comes old age, to which all
wish to attain, and at which all grumble when attained. Such is Folly`s
inconsistency and unreasonableness! They say that it is stealing upon them
faster than they expected. In the first place, who compelled them to hug an
illusion? For in what respect did old age steal upon manhood faster than
manhood upon childhood? In the next place, in what way would old age have been
less disagreeable to them if they were in their eight - hundredth year than in
their eightieth? For their past, however long, when once it was past, would
have no consolation for a stupid old age. Wherefore, if it is your wont to
admire my wisdom - and I would that it were worthy of your good opinion and of
my own surname of Sapiens - it really consists in the fact that I follow
Nature, the best of guides, as I would a god, and am loyal to her commands. It
is not likely, if she has written the rest of the play well, that she has been
careless about the last act like some idle poet. But after all some "last" was
inevitable, just as to the berries of a tree and the fruits of the earth there
comes in the fulness of time a period of decay and fall. A wise man will not
make a grievance of this. To rebel against Nature - is not that to fight like
the giants with the gods?
Laelius. And yet, Cato, you will do us a very great favour (I venture to
speak for Scipio as for myself) if - since we all hope, or at least wish, to
become old men - you would allow us to learn from you in good time before it
arrives, by what methods we may most easily acquire the strength to support
the burden of advancing age.
Cato. I will do so without doubt, Laelius, especially if, as you say, it
will be agreeable to you both.
Laelius. We do wish very much, Cato, if it is no trouble to you, to be
allowed to see the nature of the bourne which you have reached after
completing a long journey, as it were, upon which we too are bound to embark.
3. Cato. I will do the best I can, Laelius. It has often been my fortune
to hear the complaints of my contemporaries - like will to like, you know,
according to the old proverb - complaints to which men like C. Salinator and
Sp. Albinus, who were of consular rank and about my time, used to give vent.
They were, first, that they had lost the pleasures of the senses, without
which they did not regard life as life at all; and, secondly, that they were
neglected by those from whom they had been used to receive attentions. Such
men appear to me to lay the blame on the wrong thing. For if it had been the
fault of old age, then these same misfortunes would have befallen me and all
other men of advanced years. But I have known many of them who never said a
word of complaint against old age; for they were only too glad to be freed
from the bondage of passion, and were not at all looked down upon by their
friends. The fact is that the blame for all complaints of that kind is to be
charged to character, not to a particular time of life. For old men who are
reasonable and neither cross - grained nor churlish find old age tolerable
enough: whereas unreason and churlishness cause uneasiness at every time of
life.
Laelius. It is as you say, Cato. But perhaps some one may suggest that it
is your large means, wealth, and high position that make you think old age
tolerable: whereas such good fortune only falls to few.
Cato. There is something in that, Laelius, but by no means all. For
instance, the story is told of the answer of Themistocles in a wrangle with a
certain Seriphian, who asserted that he owed his brilliant position to the
reputation of his country, not to his own. "If I had been a Seriphian," said
he, "even I should never have been famous, nor would you if you had been an
Athenian." Something like this may be said of old age. For the philosopher
himself could not find old age easy to bear in the depths of poverty, nor the
fool feel it anything but a burden though he were a millionaire. You may be
sure, my dear Scipio and Laelius, that the arms best adapted to old age are
culture and the active exercise of the virtues. For if they have been
maintained at every period - if one has lived much as well as long - the
harvest they produce is wonderful, not only because they never fail us even in
our last days (though that in itself is supremely important), but also because
the consciousness of a well - spent life and the recollection of many virtuous
actions are exceedingly delightful.
4. Take the case of Q. Fabius Maximus, the man, I mean, who recovered
Tarentum. When I was a young man and he an old one, I was as much attached to
him as if he had been my contemporary. For that great man`s serious dignity
was tempered by courteous manners, nor had old age made any change in his
character. True, he was not exactly an old man when my devotion to him began,
yet he was nevertheless well on in life; for his first consulship fell in the
year after my birth. When quite a stripling I went with him in his fourth
consulship as a soldier in the ranks, on the expedition against Capua, and in
the fifth year after that against Tarentum. Four years after that I was
elected quaestor, holding office in the consulship of Tuditanus and Cethegus,
in which year, indeed, he as a very old man spoke in favour of the Cincian law
"on gifts and fees."
Now this man conducted wars with all the spirit of youth when he was far
advanced in life, and by his persistence gradually wearied out Hannibal, when
rioting in all the confidence of youth. How brilliant are those lines of my
friend Ennius on him!
For us, down beaten by the storms of fate,
One man by wise delays restored the State.
Praise or dispraise moved not his constant mood,
True to his purpose, to his country`s good!
Down ever - lengthening avenues of fame
Thus shines and shall shine still his glorious name.
Again, what vigilance, what profound skill did he shew in the capture of
Tarentum! It was indeed in my hearing that he made the famous retort to
Salinator, who had retreated into the citadel after losing the town: "It was
owing to me, Quintus Fabius, that you retook Tarentum." "Quite so," he replied
with a laugh; "for had you not lost it, I should never have recovered it." Nor
was he less eminent in civil life than in war. In his second consulship,
though his colleague would not move in the matter, he resisted as long as he
could the proposal of the tribune C. Flaminius to divide the territory of the
Picenians and Gauls in free allotments in defiance of a resolution of the
Senate. Again, though he was an augur, he ventured to say that whatever was
done in the interests of the State was done with the best possible auspices,
that any laws proposed against its interest were proposed against the
auspices. I was cognisant of much that was admirable in that great man, but
nothing struck me with greater astonishment than the way in which he bore the
death of his son - a man of brilliant character and who had been consul. His
funeral speech over him is in wide circulation, and when we read it, is there
any philosopher of whom we do not think meanly? Nor in truth was he only great
in the light of day and in the sight of his fellow - citizens; he was still
more eminent in private and at home. What a wealth of conversation! What
weighty maxims! What a wide acquaintance with ancient history! What an
accurate knowledge of the science of augury! For a Roman, too, he had a great
tincture of letters. He had a tenacious memory for military history of every
sort, whether of Roman or foreign wars. And I used at that time to enjoy his
conversation with a passionate eagerness, as though I already divined, what
actually turned out to be the case, that when he died there would be no one to
teach me anything.
5. What then is the purpose of such a long disquisition on Maximus? It is
because you now see that an old age like his cannot conscientiously be called
unhappy. Yet it is after all true that everybody cannot be a Scipio or a
Maximus, with stormings of cities, with battles by land and sea, with wars in
which they themselves commanded, and with triumphs to recall. Besides this
there is a quiet, pure, and cultivated life which produces a calm and gentle
old age, such as we have been told Plato`s was, who died at his writing - desk
in his eighty - first year; or like that of Isocrates, who says that he wrote
the book called The Panegyric in his ninety - fourth year, and who lived for
five years afterwards; while his master Gorgias of Leontini completed a
hundred and seven years without ever relaxing his diligence or giving up work.
When some one asked him why he consented to remain so long alive - "I have no
fault," said he, "to find with old age." That was a noble answer, and worthy
of a scholar. For fools impute their own frailties and guilt to old age,
contrary to the practice of Ennius, whom I mentioned just now. In the lines -
Like some brave steed that oft before
The Olympic wreath of victory bore,
Now by the weight of years oppressed,
Forgets the race, and takes his rest -
he compares his own old age to that of a high - spirited and successful race -
horse. And him indeed you may very well remember. For the present consuls
Titus Flamininus and Manius Acilius were elected in the nineteenth year after
his death; and his death occurred in the consulship of Capeio and Philippus,
the latter consul for the second time: in which year I, then sixty - six -
years old, spoke in favour of the Voconian law in a voice that was still
strong and with lungs still sound; while he, though seventy years old,
supported two burdens considered the heaviest of all - poverty and old age -
in such a way as to be all but fond of them.
The fact is that when I come to think it over, I find that there are four
reasons for old age being thought unhappy: First, that it withdraws us from
active employments; second, that it enfeebles the body; third, that it
deprives us of nearly all physical pleasures; fourth, that it is the next step
to death. Of each of these reasons, if you will allow me, let us examine the
force and justice separately.
6. Old age withdraws us from active employments. From which of them? Do
you mean from those carried on by youth and bodily strength? Are there then no
old men`s employments to be after all conducted by the intellect, even when
bodies are weak? So then Q. Maximus did nothing; nor L. Aemilius - your
father, Scipio, and my excellent son`s father - in - law! So with other old
men - the Fabricii, the Curii and Coruncanii - when they were supporting the
State by their advice and influence, they were doing nothing! To old age
Appius Claudius had the additional disadvantage of being blind; yet it was he
who, when the Senate was inclining towards a peace with Pyrrhus and was for
making a treaty, did not hesitate to say what Ennius has embalmed in the
verses:
Whither have swerved the souls so firm of yore?
Is sense grown senseless? Can feet stand no more?
And so on in a tone of the most passionate vehemence. You know the poem,
and the speech of Appius himself is extant. Now, he delivered it seventeen
years after his second consulship, there having been an interval of ten years
between the two consulships, and he having been censor before his previous
consulship. This will show you that at the time of the war with Pyrrhus he was
a very old man. Yet this is the story handed down to us.
There is therefore nothing in the arguments of those who say that old age
takes no part in public business. They are like men who would say that a
steersman does nothing in sailing a ship, because, while some of the crew are
climbing the masts, others hurrying up and down the gangways, others pumping
out the bilge water, he sits quietly in the stern holding the tiller. He does
not do what young men do; nevertheless he does what is much more important and
better. The great affairs of life are not performed by physical strength, or
activity, or nimbleness of body, but by deliberation, character, expression of
opinion. Of these old age is not only not deprived, but, as a rule, has them
in a greater degree. Unless by any chance I, who as a soldier in the ranks, as
military tribune, as legate, and as consul have been employed in various kinds
of war, now appear to you to be idle because not actively engaged in war. But
I enjoin upon the Senate what is to be done, and how. Carthage has long been
harbouring evil designs, and I accordingly proclaim war against her in good
time. I shall never cease to entertain fears about her till I hear of her
having been levelled with the ground. The glory of doing that I pray that the
immortal gods may reserve for you, Scipio, so that you may complete the task
begun by your grandfather, now dead more than thirty - two years ago; though
all years to come will keep that great man`s memory green. He died in the year
before my censorship, nine years after my consulship, having been returned
consul for the second time in my own consulship. If then he had lived to his
hundredth year, would he have regretted having lived to be old? For he would
of course not have been practising rapid marches, nor dashing on a foe, nor
hurling spears from a distance, nor using swords at close quarters - but only
counsel, reason, and senatorial eloquence. And if those qualities had not
resided in us seniors, our ancestors would never have called their supreme
council a Senate. At Sparta, indeed, those who hold the highest magistracies
are in accordance with the fact actually called "elders." But if you will take
the trouble to read or listen to foreign history, you will find that the
mightiest States have been brought into peril by young men, have been
supported and restorte by old. The question occurs in the poet Naevius`
Sport:
Pray, who are those who brought your State
With such despatch to meet its fate?
There is a long answer, but this is the chief point:
A crop of brand - new orators we grew,
And foolish, paltry lads who thought they knew.
For of course rashness is the note of youth, prudence of old age.
7. But, it is said, memory dwindles. No doubt, unless you keep it in
practice, or if you happen to be somewhat dull by nature. Themistocles had the
names of all his fellow - citizens by heart. Do you imagine that in his old
age he used to address Aristides as Lysimachus? For my part, I know not only
the present generation, but their father, also, and their grandfathers. Nor
have I any fear of losing my memory by reading tombstones, according to the
vulgar superstition. On the contrary, by reading them I renew my memory of
those who are dead and gone. Nor, in point of fact, have I ever heard of any
old man forgetting where he had hidden his money. They remember everything
that interests them: when to answer to their bail, business appointments, who
owes them money, and to whom they owe it. What about lawyers, pontiffs,
augurs, philosophers, when old? What a multitude of things they remember! Old
men retain their intellects well enough, if only they keep their minds active
and fully employed. Nor is that the case only with men of high position and
great office: it applies equally to private life and peaceful pursuits.
Sophocles composed tragedies to extreme old age; and being believed to neglect
the care of his property owing to his devotion to his art, his sons brought
him into court to get a judicial decision depriving him of the management of
his property on the ground of weak intellect - just as in our law it is
customary to deprive a paterfamilias of the management of his property if he
is squandering it. Thereupon the old poet is said to have read to the judges
the play he had on hand and had just composed - the Oedipus Coloneus - and to
have asked them whether they thought that the work of a man of weak intellect.
After the reading he was acquitted by the jury. Did old age then compel this
man to become silent in his particular art, or Homer, Hesiod, Simonides, or
Isocrates and Gorgias, whom I mentioned before, or the founders of schools of
philosophy, Pythagoras, Democritus, Plato, Xenocrates, or later Zeno and
Cleanthus, or Diogenes the Stoic, whom you too saw at Rome? Is it not rather
the case with all these that the active pursuit of study only ended with life?
But, to pass over these sublime studies, I can name some rustic Romans
from the Sabine district, neighbours and friends of my own, without whose
presence farm work of importance is scarcely ever performed - whether sowing,
or harvesting or storing crops. And yet in other things this is less
surprising; for no one is so old as to think that he may not live a year. But
they bestow their labour on what they know does not affect them in any case:
He plants his trees to serve a race to come,
as our poet Statius says in his Comrades. Nor indeed would a farmer, however
old, hesitate to answer any one who asked him for whom he was planting: "For
the immortal gods, whose will it was that I should not merely receive these
things from my ancestors, but should also hand them on to the next
generation."
8. That remark about the old man is better than the following:
If age brought nothing worse than this,
It were enough to mar our bliss,
That he who bides for many years
Sees much to shun and much for tears.
Yes, and perhaps much that gives him pleasure too. Besides, as to subjects
for tears, he often comes upon them in youth as well.
A still more questionable sentiment in the same Caecilius is:
No greater misery can of age be told
Than this: be sure, the young dislike the old.
Delight in them is nearer the mark than dislike. For just as old men, if
they are wise, take pleasure in the society of young men of good parts, and as
old age is rendered less dreary for those who are courted and liked by the
youth, so also do young men find pleasure in the maxims of the old, by which
they are drawn to the pursuit of excellence. Nor do I perceive that you find
my society less pleasant than I do yours. But this is enough to show you how,
so far from being listless and sluggish, old age is even a busy time, always
doing and attempting something, of course of the same nature as each man`s
taste had been in the previous part of his life. Nay, do not some even add to
their stock of learning? We see Solon, for instance, boasting in his poems
that he grows old "daily learning something new." Or again in my own case, it
was only when an old man that I became acquainted with Greek literature, which
in fact I absorbed with such avidity - in my yearning to quench, as it were, a
long - continued thirst - that I became acquainted with the very facts which
you see me now using as precedents. When I heard what Socrates had done about
the lyre I should have liked for my part to have done that too, for the
ancients used to learn the lyre, but, at any rate, I worked hard at
literature.
9. Nor, again, do I now miss the bodily strength of a young man (for that
was the second point as to the disadvantages of old age) any more than as a
young man I missed the strength of a bull or an elephant. You should use what
you have, and whatever you may chance to be doing, do it with all your might.
What could be weaker than Milo of Croton`s exclamation? When in his old age he
was watching some athletes practising in the course, he is said to have looked
at his arms and to have exclaimed with tears in his eyes: "Ah, well! these are
now as good as dead." Not a bit more so than yourself, you trifler! For at no
time were you made famous by your real self, but by chest and biceps. Sext.
Aelius never gave vent to such a remark, nor, many years before him, Titus
Coruncanius, nor, more recently, P. Crassus - all of them learned
jurisconsults in active practice, whose knowledge of their profession was
maintained to their last breath. I am afraid an orator does lose vigour by old
age, for his art is not a matter of the intellect alone, but of lungs and
bodily strength. Though as a rule that musical ring in the voice even gains in
brilliance in a certain way as one grows old - certainly I have not yet lost
it, and you see my years. Yet after all the style of speech suitable to an old
man is the quiet and unemotional, and it often happens that the chastened and
calm delivery of an old man eloquent secures a hearing. If you cannot attain
to that yourself, you might still instruct a Scipio and a Laelius. For what is
more charming than old age surrounded by the enthusiasm of youth? Shall we not
allow old age even the strength to teach the young, to train and equip them
for all the duties of life? And what can be a nobler employment? For my part,
I used to think Publius and Gnaeus Scipio and your two grandfathers, L.
Aemilius and P. Africanus, fortunate men when I saw them with a company of
young nobles about them. Nor should we think any teachers of the fine arts
otherwise than happy, however much their bodily forces may have decayed and
failed. And yet that same failure of the bodily forces is more often brought
about by the vices of youth than of old age; for a dissolute and intemperate
youth hands down the body to old age in a worn - out state. Xenophon`s Cyrus,
for instance, in his discourse delivered on his death - bed and at a very
advanced age, says that he never perceived his old age to have become weaker
than his youth had been. I remember as a boy Lucius Metellus, who, having been
created Pontifex Maximus four years after his second consulship, held that
office twenty - two years, enjoying such excellent strength of body in the
very last hours of his life as not to miss his youth. I need not speak of
myself; though that indeed is an old man`s way and is generally allowed to my
time of life. Don`t you see in Homer how frequently Nestor talks of his own
good qualities? For he was living through a third generation; nor had he any
reason to fear that upon saying what was true about himself he should appear
either over vain or talkative. For, as Homer says, "from his lips flowed
discourse sweeter than honey," for which sweet breath he wanted no bodily
strength. And yet, after all, the famous leader of the Greeks nowhere wishes
to have ten men like Ajax, but like Nestor: if he could get them, he feels no
doubt of Troy shortly falling.
10. But to return to my own case: I am in my eighty - fourth year. I
could wish that I had been able to make the same boast as Cyrus; but, after
all, I can say this: I am not indeed as vigorous as I was as a private soldier
in the Punic war, or as quaestor in the same war, or as consul in Spain, and
four years later when as a military tribune I took part in the engagement at
Thermopylae under the consul Manius Acilius Glabrio; but yet, as you see, old
age has not entirely destroyed my muscles, has not quite brought me to the
ground. The Senate - house does not find all my vigour gone, nor the rostra,
nor my friends, nor my clients, nor my foreign guests. For I have never given
in to that ancient and much - praised proverb:
Old when young
Is old for long.
For myself, I had rather be an old man a somewhat shorter time than an
old man before my time. Accordingly, no one up to the present has wished to
see me, to whom I have been denied as engaged. But, it may be said, I have
less strength than either of you. Neither have you the strength of the
centurion T. Pontius: is he the more eminent man on that account? Let there be
only a proper husbanding of strength, and let each man proportion his efforts
to his powers. Such an one will assuredly not be possessed with any great
regret for his loss of strength. At Olympia Milo is said to have stepped into
the course carrying a live ox on his shoulders. Which then of the two would
you prefer to have given to you - bodily strength like that, or intellectual
strength like that of Pythagoras? In fine, enjoy that blessing when you have
it; when it is gone, don`t wish it back - unless we are to think that young
men should wish their childhood back, and those somewhat older their youth!
The course of life is fixed, and nature admits of its being run but in one
way, and only once; and to each part of our life there is something specially
seasonable; so that the feebleness of children, as well as the high spirit of
youth, the soberness of maturer years, and the ripe wisdom of old age - all
have a certain natural advantage which should be secured in its proper season.
I think you are informed, Scipio, what your grandfather`s foreign friend
Masinissa does to this day, though ninety years old. When he has once begun a
journey on foot he does not mount his horse at all; when on horseback he never
gets off his horse. By no rain or cold can he be induced to cover his head.
His body is absolutely free from unhealthy humours, and so he still performs
all the duties and functions of a king. Active exercise, therefore, and
temperance can preserve some part of one`s former strength even in old age.
11. Bodily strength is wanting to old age; but neither is bodily strength
demanded from old men. Therefore, both by law and custom, men of my time of
life are exempt from those duties which cannot be supported without bodily
strength. Accordingly not only are we not forced to do what we cannot do; we
are not even obliged to do as much as we can. But, it will be said, many old
men are so feeble that they cannot perform any duty in life of any sort or
kind. That is not a weakness to be set down as peculiar to old age: it is one
shared by ill health. How feeble was the son of P. Africanus, who adopted you!
What weak health he had, or rather no health at all! If that had not been the
case, we should have had in him a second brilliant light in the political
horizon; for he had added a wider cultivation to his father`s greatness of
spirit. What wonder then, that old men are eventually feeble, when even young
men cannot escape it? My dear Laelius and Scipio, we must stand up against old
age and make up for its drawbacks by taking pains. We must fight it as we
should an illness. We must look after our health, use moderate exercise, take
just enough food and drink to recruit, but not to overload, our strength. Nor
is it the body alone that must be supported, but the intellect and soul much
more. For they are like lamps: unless you feed them with oil, they too go out
from old age. Again, the body is apt to get gross from exercise; but the
intellect becomes nimbler by exercising itself. For what Caecilius means by
"old dotards of the comic stage" are the credulous, the forgetful, and the
slipshod. These are faults that do not attach to old age as such, but to a
sluggish, spiritless, and sleepy old age. Young men are more frequently wanton
and dissolute than old men; but yet, as it is not all young men that are so,
but the bad set among them, even so senile folly - usually called imbecility -
applies to old men of unsound character, not to all. Appius governed four
sturdy sons, five daughters, that great establishment, and all those clients,
though he was both old and blind. For he kept his mind at full stretch like a
bow, and never gave in to old age by growing slack. He maintained not merely
an influence but an absolute command over his family: his slaves feared him,
his sons were in awe of him, all loved him. In that family, indeed, ancestral
custom and discipline were in full vigour. The fact is that old age is
respectable just as long as it asserts itself, maintains its proper rights,
and is not enslaved to any one. For as I admire a young man who has something
of the old man in him, so do I an old one who has something of a young man.
The man who aims at this may possibly become old in body - in mind he never
will. I am now engaged in composing the seventh book of my Origins. I collect
all the records of antiquity. The speeches delivered in all the celebrated
cases which I have defended I am at this particular time getting into shape
for publication. I am writing treatises on augural, pontifical, and civil law.
I am, besides, studying hard at Greek, and after the manner of the
Pythagoreans - to keep my memory in working order - I repeat in the evening
whatever I have said, heard, or done in the course of each day. These are the
exercises of the intellect, these the training - grounds of the mind: while I
sweat and labour on these I don`t much feel the loss of bodily strength. I
appear in court for my friends; I frequently attend the Senate and bring
motions before it on my own responsibility, prepared after deep and long
reflection. And these I support by my intellectual, not my bodily forces. And
if I were not strong enough to do these things, yet I should enjoy my sofa -
imagining the very operations which I was now unable to perform. But what
makes me capable of doing this is my past life. For a man who is always living
in the midst of these studies and labours does not perceive when old age
creeps upon him. Thus, by slow and imperceptible degrees life draws to its
end. There is no sudden breakage; it just slowly goes out.
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