I stood looking down into his face and he up at mine, some kind of subtle fellowship seemed 鏉窞鎸夋懇鍝噷濂?to spring up between us. At least I felt it in myself and thought I saw it in him. And it grew stronger as we conversed. I rapidly recalled the reproach he had just now addressed to himself in his lecture, as coming from one of his pupils, 鈥淎re you so hard hearted?鈥?At the moment I had asked 鈥滄澀宸炴鎷夸环鏍?Could it possibly be true?鈥?Now I knew it was not true. Certainly he had been absorbed in God. His God was not the God of Christ. It was a Being of Goodness of some sort, but impersonal, an Alone, not a real Father. Such as it was, however, Epictetus had been 鏉窞娲楁荡澶т繚鍋?absorbed in it. He motioned to me to be seated, and began to question me about friends of his in Rome.
I was on the point of replying, when the door burst open and Glaucus suddenly rushed in, beside himself with fury. Striding straight up to Epictetus, he began pouring forth a tale 鏉窞瓒虫荡娌瑰帇 of wrongs, treacheries, outrages and malignities, perpetrated on his family in Corinth. He took no notice of my presence, and I doubt whether he was even aware of it, as he burst out into passionate reproaches on our Master for teaching that a son must witness such 鏉窞澶滅敓娲诲摢閲屾场濡瑰瓙 sufferings in a father or mother, brother or sister, and say, 鈥淭hese evils are no evils to me.鈥?
It would serve no useful purpose, nor should I be able, to set down exactly what Glaucus said. Let it suffice that he had only too much reason for burning indignation against certain miscreants 鏉窞鐢蜂汉閮芥噦鐨勫湴鏂?in Corinth. He had only
that morning received news鈥攚hich had been kept back from him by treachery鈥攖hat cruel and powerful enemies had brought ruin, desolation, and disgrace upon his family. His father had been suddenly imprisoned on false charges, his sister had been shamefully humiliated, 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇鎶€甯?and his mother had died of a broken heart. 鈥淓pictetus,鈥?he cried, 鈥渄o you hear this? Or do you make yourself a stone to me, as you bid us make ourselves stones when men smite us and revile us? Do you still assert that there are no evils except to the evil-minded? 鏉窞鐢峰＋鍝佽尪 By Zeus in heaven, if there is a Zeus and if there is a heaven, I would sooner torture myself like a Sabazian, or be crucified like a Christian, or writhe with Ixion in hell, that I might at least cry out in the hearing of Gods and men, 鈥楾hese things are evil, they are, they are,鈥?鏉窞榫欏嚖闃佽鍧?than be
transported to the side of the throne above with you, looking down on the things that have befallen my father, mother, and sister, and repeating my Epictetian catechism, I am in perfect bliss and blessedness; these things are no evils to me! O man, man, are you a hypocrite, or are you 鏉窞姘寸枟浼氭墍鍚嶅瓧澶у叏 indeed a stone?鈥?So saying, without waiting for a word of reply, he rushed from the room.
I went with him. I was not sure鈥攏or am I now鈥攚hether Epictetus wished me to stay or to go. But I thought Glaucus needed me most. My heart went out to him when I heard for 鏉窞妗戞嬁鎸夋懇濂冲浘鐗噒he first time how shamefully he had been deceived and how cruelly his family had been outraged, and I did not know what he might do in his despair. Besides, if I had stayed, could Epictetus hav