Odysseus on his own Conversion
Odyssey IV:244-259 (Fagles trans. P. 308)
But now my heyday's gone--
I've had my share of blows. Yet look hard at the husk
And you'll still see, I think, the grain that gave it life.
By heaven, Ares gave me courage, Athena too, to break
The ranks of men wide open, once, in the old days,
Whenever I picked my troops and formed an ambush,
Plotting attacks to spring against our foes--
No hint of death could daunt my fighting spirit!
Far out of the front I'd charge and spear my man,
I'd cut down any enemy soldier backing off.
Such was I in battle, true, but I had no love
For working the land, the chores of households either,
The labor that raises crops of shining children. No,
It was always oarswept ships that thrilled my heart,
And wars, and the long polished spears and arrows,
Dreadful gear that makes the next man cringe.
I loved them all--
A. Aristotle in Nicomachean Ethics, I.1
Political associations form for exchanging and enjoying the fruits of varied arts, crafts, and services
Politics as the master art or the art of coordinating the development of all the other arts and protecting their exchange.
B. Plato in Republic iv-v
The polis is but the souls or characters of the people in it written in large letters
If the souls of those given prominence and imitated in a polis are diseased or disordered , then we can expect to find similar deformation in the people
Drama as a public festival for the healing of disorder in the polis