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Encouraged by his conversation, I began to draw on his knowledge about the age of the pictures, and about some of the stories which puzzled me, and at the same time to discuss the decadence of the age, since the fine arts had died, and painting, for instance, had left no trace of its existence behind. "Love of money began this revolution," he replied. "In former ages virtue was still loved for her own sake, the noble arts flourished, and there were the keenest struggles among mankind to prevent anything being long undiscovered which might benefit posterity. So Democritus extracted the juice of every plant on earth, and spent his whole life in experiments to discover the virtues of stones and twigs. Eudoxos grew old on the top of a high mountain in order to trave the [p. 175] movements of the stars and the sky, and Chrysippus
three times cleared his wits with hellebore to improve his powers of invention. If
you turn to sculptors, Lysippus died of starvation as he brooded over the lines of a
single statue, and Myron, who almost caught the very soul of men and beasts in
bronze, left no heir behind him. But we are besotted with wine and women, and cannot
rise to understand even the arts that are developed; we slander the past, and learn
and teach nothing but vices. Where is dialectic now, or astronomy? Where is the
exquisite way of wisdom? Who has ever been to a temple and made an offering in order
to attain to eloquence, or to drink of the waters of philosophy? They do not even
ask for good sense or good health, but before they even touch the threshold of the
Capitol, one promises an offering if he may bury his rich neighbour, another if he
may dig up a hid treasure, another if he may make thirty millions in safety. Even
the Senate, the teachers of what is right and good, often promise a thousand pounds
in gold to the Capitol, and decorate even Jupiter with pelf, that no one need be
ashamed of praying for money. So there is nothing surprising in the decadence of
painting, when all the gods and men think an ingot of gold more beautiful than
anything those poor crazy Greeks, Apelles and Phidias, ever did.
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