Letter 136: To my Brother.

To my Brother. I hope I will benefit as much from my stay in Athens as you wish. It seems to me that I have already grown more than a palm's width in wisdom, and I can give you immediate proof of my progress. Well, it turns out that Athens no longer has anything sublime to offer a student of philosophy. The city's only claim to fame is the names of its past glories. It is like the carcass of a sacrificial animal — once a living thing, now nothing but skin and bones. When philosophy sat enthroned here, it was the mere sight of the place that inspired wonder. Today, all that remains are the honey of Hymettus and the brand names of the past. The real intellectual life has migrated to Egypt. Philosophy flourishes in Alexandria, where Hypatia presides.

Letter 136: A visit to Athens [1] To his Brother I hope that I may profit as much as you desire from my residence at Athens . It seems to me that I have already grown more than a palm and a finger's length in wisdom, and I can give you at once a proof of the progress I have made. [2] Well, it is from Anagyrus that I am writing to you; and I have visited Sphettus, Thria, Cephisia, and Phalerum. [3] But may the accursed ship-captain perish who brought me here! Athens has no longer anything sublime except the country's famous names! Just as in the case of a victim burnt in the sacrificial fire, there remains nothing but the skin to help us to reconstruct a creature that was once alive - so ever since philosophy left these precincts, there is nothing for the tourist to admit except the Academy, the Lyceum, and - by Zeus ! - the Decorated Porch which has given its name to the philosophy of Chrysippus . note [The Academy was the school of Plato , the Lyceum of Aristotle , the Decorated Porch ("Stoa Poikilê") of Zeno and Chrysippus.] This is no longer Decorated, for the proconsul has taken away the panels on which [the painter] Polygnotus of Thasos has displayed his skill. [4] Today Egypt has received and cherishes the fruitful wisdom of Hypatia. Athens used to be the dwelling place of the wise: today the beekeepers alone bring it honor. Such is the case of that pair of sophists in Plutarch who draw the young people to the lecture room - not by the fame of their eloquence, but by the pots of honey from Hymettus. note [The Hymettus was a mountain near Athens. The anecdote from Plutarch cannot be identified.]