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Seneca explains how best to pursue tranquility. Basically, we need to use our reasoning ability to drive away “all that excites or affrights us.” If we can do this, there will ensue “unbroken tranquility and enduring freedom,” and we will experience “a boundless joy that is firm and unalterable.” Indeed, he claims (as we have seen) that someone who practices Stoic principles
“must, whether he wills or not, necessarily be attended by constant cheerfulness and a joy that is deep and issues from deep within, since he finds delight in his own resources, and desires no joys greater than his inner joys.” Furthermore, compared to these joys, pleasures of the flesh are “paltry and trivial and fleeting.”
— Не говорил ли я тебе, Санчо, что в оруженосцах у меня недостатка не будет? Смотри, кто предлагает мне свои услуги; не кто иной, как несравненный бакалавр Самсон Карраско, первый забавник и шалун среди саламанкских школяров, здоровый телом, быстрый в движениях, не болтливый, умеющий терпеть зной и стужу, голод и жажду, обладающий всеми качествами, какие от оруженосца странствующего рыцаря требуются. Однако ж небеса не допустят, чтобы я ради собственного удовольствия подрыл этот столп учености, разбил этот сосуд познаний и подсек высокую эту пальму изящных и вольных искусств. Пусть же этот новый Самсон остается у себя на родине и, прославив ее, прославит также седины престарелых родителей своих, я же любым удовольствуюсь оруженосцем, коли Санчо не соблаговолит меня сопровождать.
— Нет, соблаговолю, — растроганный, весь в слезах, объявил Санчо,
But still, we did have a misshapen sort of punt of our own, with a lugsail we were hardly strong enough to hoist: it was the most crossgrained brute that ever swam, and although it was so monstrous heavy, it would overset for a nothing.
To some degree every person’s face was the creation of the mind behind it, he observed, thinking sadly of his own, and Diana’s face and form and movement still reflected much of the fine dashing elegant spirit he had known.
‘Stephen,’ said Jack earnestly, ‘be a good fellow for once, will you now, and humour me? I should be really unhappy if one of my officers dined in an enemy town, looking anything but trim. It could be taken that he was beat, and had no pride in the service.’
‘Very well,’ said Stephen, and took up the razor.
Trim, shaved and brushed, he hurried through the town: the sharp air cleared his foggy mind, and by the time he reached the hotel his wits were pretty well at his disposition.
‘What a fine fellow!’ cried Herapath as Stephen led him down the stairs. ‘The very type of the sea-officer when I was young - no coldness, no pride, nothing like those army men. And a prodigious fighting-captain! How well I remember his action with the Cacafuego!
‘That vile Sally and the foot-boys? Oh, they are only slaves, sent up from her cousin’s place near Baltimore. She would sell them if she could, but that is not so easy in Massachusetts; and anyhow, who would buy such a parcel of slubberdegullions?
‘Is he really capable of becoming a physician?’ asked Mr Herapath, looking pleased. ‘He often spoke of it when he first came home.’
‘Certainly he is,’ said Stephen. ‘His Chinese may be a thousand years old, but you are to consider, that Greek and Latin are older still. They are required in a physician, because the wisdom of ages has found that they give a nimbleness of mind. They supple the mind, sir; they render it pliant and receptive. He has Latin and Greek, and he has Chinese too: there is suppleness, there is pliability and receptiveness, I believe.’
At one time Stephen had been marooned on a bare rock in the south Atlantic, and his only drink was the warm rainwater that remained in the guano-filled hollows: it had been more disagreeable than Mrs Wogan’s tea, but only very slightly so.
‘Never you believe it, sir. Why, half the Board of Admiralty is made up of Jesuits, though it don’t do to let it be generally known. Pray take a seat. How is your brother Ned?’
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