Moral
tales, sometimes called fables in older literature, have extraordinarily long and
robust lives. The one that interests us here is Aesop’s A Wolf and Dog.
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| Bennett's A Dog & A Wolf |
§ A very succinct biography of an ugly slave
with a witty tongue
Aesop, whose dates are circa 620-560 BC, was a Greek slave
who had an incredible knack for spinning a tale with a moral tweak. When these
tales were eventually compiled, they of course began to go by the name of — (no
real spoiler alert necessary, surely): Aesop’s
Fables. Historically speaking, Aesop’s dates put him squarely in the period
of many of the earlier Greek Pre-Socratic philosophers and teachers of wisdom,
such as Thales and Anaximenes both at around 585 BC, Anaximander at c. 610-546
BC, Pythagoras from 571-497 BC, and Xenophanes at c. 570-475 BC. There is,
however, no evidence that Aesop knew or was known by any of these very wise and
clever folks. Historical sources for Aesop include Aristotle, Herodotus,
and Plutarch.
According to one ancient tradition,
which is not considered very reliable by those in the know (viz. The
Aesop Romance; vide wiki for the
biographical details that follow), Aesop was an amazingly ugly slave
who, because he was quite clever, wins his freedom and goes on to become a
counselor to the hoity-toity of his day.
Scholarship and tradition have
postulated for Aesop a variety of possible birthplaces, most of which are in
modern day Turkey. The non-Turkish possibility is a town in ancient Thrace called
Mesembria, which is Nesebar in modern day Bulgaria, just a hop, skip, and a
jump up the Black sea coast road from old Byzantium. Apparently, Nesebar is today “one of the most prominent
tourist destinations and seaports on the Black Sea,” in addition to sporting
what many consider to be the highest number of churches per capita. An
accomplishment indeed.
In Turkey, choices for birthplace seem to favor either
someplace in Phrygia, which is modern-day Erdogan’s authoritarian stomping
grounds in central Turkey; or perhaps Sardis, an ancient city close to Ephesus
on the west coast of Turkey, located in the ancient kingdom of Lydia; or,
finally, some undetermined place generally located within the borders of the
ancient kingdom of Lydia. From this diversity of geographical possibilities, it
can be safely said that one may assume almost nothing about Aesop’s birthplace.
On the
question about where Aesop might have practiced his craft as entrepreneurial
story-teller and slave, Aristotle (Rhetoric
2.20), Herodotus (Histories 2.134),
and Plutarch (On the Delays of Divine Vengeance; Banquet
of the Seven Sages; Life of Solon) all had something
to say.
From Aristotle and Herodotus we learn that Aesop was a
slave in Samos and that his masters were first a man named Xanthus and then a
man named Iadmon; that he must eventually have been freed, because he argued as
an advocate for a wealthy Samian; and that he met his end in the city of
Delphi. Plutarch tells us that Aesop had come to Delphi on a diplomatic mission
from King Croesus of Lydia, that he insulted the Delphians, was sentenced to
death on a trumped-up charge of temple theft, and was thrown from a cliff…
Before this fatal episode, … Plutarch has him dining with the Seven Sages of
Greece, sitting beside his friend Solon, whom he had met in Sardis.
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| Pushkin's Aesop |
It is a disingenuous hypocrisy of Aesopian scholarship that
although almost everyone in the know
agrees that The Aesop Romance (the AR) is not historically or
biographically reliable, nevertheless almost all the historical and
biographical information that passes for such derives from just that very source.
For example, the following rather detailed description of an African, or more
precisely, an Ethiopian Aesop is given in the AR:
he was "of loathsome aspect... potbellied,
misshapen of head, snub-nosed, swarthy, dwarfish, bandy-legged, short-armed,
squint-eyed, liver-lipped—a portentous monstrosity," or as another
translation has it, "a faulty creation of Prometheus when
half-asleep." The earliest text by a known author that refers to Aesop's
appearance is Himerius in the 4th century, who says that Aesop "was
laughed at and made fun of, not because of some of his tales but on account of
his looks and the sound of his voice." The evidence from both of these
sources is dubious, since Himerius lived some 800 years after Aesop and his
image of Aesop may have come from The
Aesop Romance, which is essentially fiction; but whether based on fact
or not, at some point the idea of an ugly, even deformed Aesop took hold in
popular imagination. […] The presence of such slaves in Greek-speaking areas is
suggested by the fable "Washing the
Ethiopian white" that is ascribed to Aesop himself. This
concerns a man who buys a black slave and, assuming that he was neglected by
his former master, tries very hard to wash the blackness away.
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| Ethiopian Aesop_Delphi |
There is no evidence, however, that Aesop injected himself
autobiographically into this fable about “Washing the Ethiopian While,” which
leaves all academic speculation fanciful—nothing new there, of course. The idea
of a black Aesop catches hold in the tradition, though, and traveling hither
and yon from interpretation to translation until it has established a firm
foothold for itself in 17th and 18th century iconography,
in popular perception Aesop and his fables eventually find themselves being
linked at the hip to “the
stories of the trickster Br'er Rabbit told by African-American slaves.”
§ There, and back again to Aesop’s ‘A Wolf and
Dog’
It is reasonable, and not at all
anachronistic to read in this very short Aesopian moral tale a precocious enlightenment
story, which is to say, a tale about right attitudes, and wrong, toward liberty
and slavery. This notion of the burden of enlightenment to be a cause of
freedom does not change, whether in the times of the early Greek philosophers
or in the 18th reprisal of their philosophical themes.
According to the wiki-folks on this fable, Aesop’s A Wolf and Dog “is one of [the] Fables,
numbered 346 in the Perry Index [=Chambry 226]. It has been popular
since antiquity as an object lesson of how freedom should not be exchanged for
comfort or financial gain.” So, we can see right off the interpretative bat
that the notion of slavery in this moral tale is not to be construed literally,
but is already presented figuratively, as a deliberate choice to put ourselves,
or not, on the slaver’s auction block in exchange for material comforts.
A perhaps primary, because skeletal version
of this fable is found in the Thesaurus
Linguae Graecae [TLG: AESOPUS et AESOPICA Scr. Fab. Fabulae {0096.002} Fable 294], of which Phrontisterion proposes the following translation:
A wolf asked an enormously large dog shackled
by a neck collar to a property stake: “Who is it who, by putting this chain
around your neck, has trained you to act this way? And the other answered: “My
huntsman master.
· ΛΥΚΟΣ ΚΑΙ ΚΥΩΝ
(1) λύκος ἐν κλοιῷ δεδεμένον ὁρῶν μέγιστον κύνα ἤρετο·
„δήσας τίς <σ’> ἐξέθρεψε τ<οι>οῦτον;“ ὁ δὲ ἔφη· „κυνηγός.“
(1) λύκος ἐν κλοιῷ δεδεμένον ὁρῶν μέγιστον κύνα ἤρετο·
„δήσας τίς <σ’> ἐξέθρεψε τ<οι>οῦτον;“ ὁ δὲ ἔφη· „κυνηγός.“
This
(very) short original text suggests some core postures and attitudes that, in a
happy footnote of history, will be confirmed in the later amplifications and
translations of the fable. These also have the virtue of translating
wonderfully into more concrete philosophical ideals.
Perhaps the most obvious idea in this fable is that the Wolf
encounters here an enormously large and powerful Dog, who would under normal
circumstances be quite an intimidating animal. This use of megiston [μέγιστον]
is superlative, which gives us the idea that this is really an exceedingly
powerful Dog in his prime. The irony, of course, which becomes apparent to the
Reader in the Wolf’s question, is that this powerful Dog, which is by its own canine
nature both powerful and mobile, has been transformed by his collar and chain into
a harmless piece of quasi-motionless real estate. The Dog is become property;
and its obvious natural strength and ability to be active is debilitated by a forced
immobility, by a repressive neck collar that fetters it, and reduces its active
world to a very limited patch of land in close proximity to a stake in the
ground.
A second powerful idea in this fable is that the Dog has
learned to accept his persona and role as chained piece of property; it was not
born to be as it has become. But the Dog has been bowed for so long that, being
now in the prime of his life, the years of habitual bowing have accustomed Him,
have trained him up in the way he should go, might have said the Ecclesiast
(Proverbs 22:6), and he finds comfort in the familiarity of his demeaned posture.
A third idea in this fable is that it is only in respect to the
huntsman that this Dog-property has value. Which is to say, that its value is
not personal, it is not integral to the Dog, but rather determined uniquely by
its utility to its master.
And, finally, it is patently obvious in this fable that the
Wolf thinks 1) that it is definitely uncool to be in the Dog’s position, and 2)
that the Wolf, apparently, thinks the Dog has some power to change his
condition. When we meet the Dog in this Aesopian fable, his mind and spirit are
already light-years removed from the heroic mind and spirit of, for example,
Boethius’ Hercules (c. 480-524; Consolation
of Philosophy, IV, lns. 29-35):
As his last labour he with
unbended neck
Bore up the heavens, and as
his reward
For that last labour, heaven
deserved.
Go then, you brave, where
leads the lofty path
Of this great example. Why in
indolence
Do you turn your backs in
flight? Earth overcome
Grants you the stars.
The
Dog has also left long-forgotten in some dim past the moving idea of the free
hearts and free foreheads of Ulysses’ comrades, which so inspired Tennyson (1809-1892;
Ulysses)
My
mariners,
Souls
that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me—
That
ever with a frolic welcome took
The
thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free
hearts, free foreheads—you and I are old;
Old
age hath yet his honour and his toil;
Death
closes all: but something ere the end,
Some
work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not
unbecoming men that strove with Gods.
§ ‘A Wolf and Dog’ expanded.
Using the TLG short text as our spring board, we can now
consider the longer and expanded Chambry Greek version of this fable [Chambry 226=Perry 346] in an attempt to
elucidate how the core idea was interpreted already in Aesop’s day. In the Townsend translation it reads like this:
A WOLF, meeting a big,
well-fed Mastiff, having a wooden collar about his neck, inquired of him who it
was that fed him so well, and yet compelled him to drag that heavy log about
wherever he went. The master, he replied. Then said the Wolf: May no friend of
mine ever be in such a plight; for the weight of this chain is enough to spoil
the appetite.
Λύκος καὶ κύων.
Λύκος ἐν
κλοιῷ δεδεμένον ὁρῶν μέγιστον κύνα ἤρετο· " Δήσας τίς ς' ἐξέθρεψε τοῦτον;"
Ὁ δὲ ἐφη· "Κυνηγός. -- Ἀλλὰ τοῦτο μὴ πάθοι λύκος ἐμοὶ φίλος· λιμὸς γὰρ ἡ
κλοιοῦ βαρύτης."
Ὁ λόγος δηλοῖ τὸ ἐν ταῖς συμφοραῖς οὐδὲ γαστρίζεσθαι.
Ὁ λόγος δηλοῖ τὸ ἐν ταῖς συμφοραῖς οὐδὲ γαστρίζεσθαι.
Frankly,
Townsend’s translation does not do much for meaning in the rendering of this
fable; the Laura Gibbs (2002) translation for Oxford press
is much more rich in texture and ideas. Gibbs translates the fable as ‘The
Wolf, The Dog and the Collar’ [Perry 346 (Babrius 100)].
A
comfortably plump dog happened to run into a wolf. The wolf asked the dog where
he had been finding enough food to get so big and fat. 'It is a man,' said the
dog, 'who gives me all this food to eat.' The wolf then asked him, 'And what
about that bare spot there on your neck?' The dog replied, 'My skin has been
rubbed bare by the iron collar which my master forged and placed upon my neck.'
The wolf then jeered at the dog and said, 'Keep your luxury to yourself then! I
don't want anything to do with it, if my neck will have to chafe against a
chain of iron!'
Λύκῳ
συνήντα πιμελὴς κύων λίην.
ὁ δ' αὐτὸν ἐξήταζε, ποῦ τραφεὶς οὕτως
μέγας κύων ἐγενετο καὶ λίπους πλήρης.
"ἄνθρωπος" εἶπε "δαψιλής με σιτεύει."
"ὁ δέ σοι τράχηλος" εἶπε "πῶς ἐλευκώθη;"
"κλοιῷ τέτριπται σάρκα τῷ σιδηρείῳ,
ὃν ὁ τροφεύς μοι περιτέθεικε χαλκεύσας."
λύκος δ' ἐπ' αὐτῷ καγχάσας "ἐγὼ τοίνυν
χαίρειν κελεύω" φησί "τῇ τρυφῇ ταύτῃ,
δι' ἣν σίδηρος τὸν ἐμὸν αὐχένα τρίψει."
ὁ δ' αὐτὸν ἐξήταζε, ποῦ τραφεὶς οὕτως
μέγας κύων ἐγενετο καὶ λίπους πλήρης.
"ἄνθρωπος" εἶπε "δαψιλής με σιτεύει."
"ὁ δέ σοι τράχηλος" εἶπε "πῶς ἐλευκώθη;"
"κλοιῷ τέτριπται σάρκα τῷ σιδηρείῳ,
ὃν ὁ τροφεύς μοι περιτέθεικε χαλκεύσας."
λύκος δ' ἐπ' αὐτῷ καγχάσας "ἐγὼ τοίνυν
χαίρειν κελεύω" φησί "τῇ τρυφῇ ταύτῃ,
δι' ἣν σίδηρος τὸν ἐμὸν αὐχένα τρίψει."
Gibbs supplements her rendering of this longer Perry 346
version of Aesop’s fable with a further note, remarking that Caxton (Caxton 3.15) “adds
this epimythium: 'Therfore there is no rychesse gretter than lyberte / For
lyberte is better than alle the gold of the world.'” Now an epimythium is
simply a moral that is appended to the end of a story, which means that Caxton
was quite intent that we do not miss the moral of this particular moral tale.
And correctly so.
The
translation of this fable for the Harvard Classics (1909–14) looks like this: The Dog and the Wolf.
A
GAUNT Wolf was almost dead with hunger when he happened to meet a House-dog who
was passing by. “Ah, Cousin,” said the Dog. “I knew how it would be; your
irregular life will soon be the ruin of you. Why do you not work steadily as I
do, and get your food regularly given to you?”
1 “I would have no objection,” said the Wolf,
“if I could only get a place.”
2 “I will easily arrange that for you,” said
the Dog; “come with me to my master and you shall share my work.”
3 So the Wolf and the Dog went towards the
town together. On the way there the Wolf noticed that the hair on a certain
part of the Dog’s neck was very much worn away, so he asked him how that had
come about.
4 “Oh, it is nothing,” said the Dog. “That is
only the place where the collar is put on at night to keep me chained up; it
chafes a bit, but one soon gets used to it.”
5 “Is that all?” said the Wolf. “Then
good-bye to you, Master Dog.”
“BETTER
STARVE FREE THAN BE A FAT SLAVE.”
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| Jean de la Fontaine |
§ Jean de La Fontaine.
In the meandering ebb and flow of
history, Jean de la Fontaine, French fabulist extraordinaire, made his
appearance from 1621–1695, and would go on to become one of the most widely
read French poets of the 17th century. Showing their usual witty
talent for catagorizing, scholars generally divide La Fontaine’s work into the
Fables, the Tales, and Miscellanea; he would compose or reprise some 239 fables,
with the Aesop adaptions occurring in the first collection of fables beginning in
1668.
An important part of a monumental
work, La Fontaine’s moralizing fables in free verse, which comprise 12 books
and 3 collections published over a space of some 25 years, are domiciled at the
crossroads of literature and philosophy. According to the wiki sources:
When he first wrote his Fables, La Fontaine had a
sophisticated audience in mind. Nevertheless, the Fables were regarded as providing an excellent education in
morals for children, and the first edition was dedicated to the six-year-old Dauphin.
Following La Fontaine's example, his translator Charles Denis dedicated his Select Fables (1754) to the
sixteen-year-old heir to the English throne.
It was recognized very early on that the fabulist means of
expression was a wonderful teaching device for the young and young at mind
–(scholars never cease to stun and amaze with the acuity of their perception!)—so
it should not surprise us to learn that French lycée students, who are preparing for the
baccalaureate, are still regularly called upon to write a literary commentary (commentaire littéraire) on one or another of La Fontaine’s
fables. This philosophical reflection will generally take the form of an
initial statement about The Art of the Narrative (L’art du récit), which tends to be general; will then
reasonably proceed to consider the question of animals and the world of men (Etude des animaux et du Monde humain); and will then
conclude by a reflection about the moral lesson of the fable (L'enseignement moral de cette fable).
With
respect to the fable that has drawn our attention, Aesop’s A Wolf and Dog, although La Fontaine remains
faithful to the message of the original Aesopian short text and that of the
subsequent expanded textual tradition, he presents a significantly more
amplified narrative in his rendition of Le Loup et le Chien,
all the while telling us the same story of two very different lives—the Wolf’s,
which, as we know by now, represents liberty, and that of the Dog who is bound by
force to the service and use of his master.
Now, to defer
just a little to the French method of the literary commentary, or, if one
prefers the philosopher’s method we can give the floor to Aristotle (Met I
981b27) and talk about Wisdom being concerned with first causes and
principles—to the point: Let us ask first questions first. What is one to make
of talking animals?
If one accepts the various religious traditions on this
question, certainly the Jewish and Christian traditions have their share of
chatty animals, from the eloquently philosophical Serpent of the Genesis
narrative, to the visionary ass who complains clamorously to his master,
Balaam, about the poor treatment he receives at his master’s hand (Numbers
22:30). Hindu tradition has monkey society in the Age of Legend as “beings endowed with
extraordinary intelligence, speech, immeasurable strength and nobility, and
were of godly parentage” (Ramayana 98), whose representative, godlike Hanuman,
will prove immensely important to Rama and the success of his quest to find his
lost Sita. Grendel and mom, of Beowulf
fame, are of course both of a monstrously conversational bent. And then there
are all the talking dragons of the old Norse myths, including Fáfnir (from the 13th century Volsunga Saga), who will likewise make
an appearance in Richard Wagner’s operatic cycle, Der Ring der Nibelungen. Native American animal wisdom is populated with every sort of critter chitchat
and animal animation, and full of stories of coyotes conversing with ducks,
bears with chipmunks, buffalos and grizzly bears, men and horses, snakes and
boys. On the other hand, although Auggie the
canine philosopher is
extraordinarily communicative, including non-yarking, mouth
related sounds, he has yet to break into utterance of any recognizably human
sort.
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| Auggie Communicating_2016 |
A second element in this fable,
obviously, has to do with collars. It is clear in our Aesopian fable tradition that
the Dog is chained by a collar to the huntsman’s stake, and thus transformed
into his property. There is a formulaic equation between collar and dominance
or slavery, where the lack of collar corresponds to liberty and self-possession.
The wiki definition of a dog collar is internet proof that some things just do
not require much insight or original thinking:
A dog collar
is a piece of material put around the neck of a dog. A collar may be used for
control, identification, fashion, or other purposes. Identification tags and
medical information are often placed on dog collars. Collars are
also useful for controlling a dog manually, as they provide a handle for
grabbing. Collars are often used in conjunction with a leash, and a common
alternative to a dog collar is a dog harness. Dog collars are the most common
form of directing and teaching dogs.
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| Slave Collar_Civil War |
§ On Collars.
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| Convict Cast Iron Neck Ring |
By way of reviewing collars as cultural artifacts of
dominance, there are slave collars as there are cast neck irons for convicted convicts. In a more symbolic vein, there are
also any number of images of the starched collars worn by social dressers of
by-gone eras;
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| Neck Collars |
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| Other Collars |
§ Le Loup et le Chien, or The Wolf and Dog (French and English).
Le Loup et le Chien
Un Loup n'avait que les os et la peau,
Tant les chiens faisaient bonne garde.
Ce Loup rencontre un Dogue aussi puissant que beau,
Gras, poli, qui s'était fourvoyé par mégarde.
L'attaquer, le mettre en quartiers,
Sire Loup l'eût fait volontiers ;
Mais il fallait livrer bataille,
Et le Mâtin était de taille
A se défendre hardiment.
Le Loup donc l'aborde humblement,
Entre en propos, et lui fait compliment
Sur son embonpoint, qu'il admire.
"Il ne tiendra qu'à vous beau sire,
D'être aussi gras que moi, lui repartit le Chien.
Quittez les bois, vous ferez bien :
Vos pareils y sont misérables,
Cancres, haires, et pauvres diables,
Dont la condition est de mourir de faim.
Car quoi ? rien d'assuré : point de franche lippée :
Tout à la pointe de l'épée.
Suivez-moi : vous aurez un bien meilleur destin. "
Le Loup reprit : "Que me faudra-t-il faire ?
- Presque rien, dit le Chien, donner la chasse aux gens
Portants bâtons, et mendiants ;
Flatter ceux du logis, à son Maître complaire :
Moyennant quoi votre salaire
Sera force reliefs de toutes les façons :
Os de poulets, os de pigeons,
Sans parler de mainte caresse. "
Le Loup déjà se forge une félicité
Qui le fait pleurer de tendresse.
Chemin faisant, il vit le col du Chien pelé.
"Qu'est-ce là ? lui dit-il. - Rien. - Quoi ? rien ? - Peu de chose.
- Mais encor ? - Le collier dont je suis attaché
De ce que vous voyez est peut-être la cause.
- Attaché ? dit le Loup : vous ne courez donc pas
Où vous voulez ? - Pas toujours ; mais qu'importe ?
- Il importe si bien, que de tous vos repas
Je ne veux en aucune sorte,
Et ne voudrais pas même à ce prix un trésor. "
Cela dit, maître Loup s'enfuit, et court encor.
Un Loup n'avait que les os et la peau,
Tant les chiens faisaient bonne garde.
Ce Loup rencontre un Dogue aussi puissant que beau,
Gras, poli, qui s'était fourvoyé par mégarde.
L'attaquer, le mettre en quartiers,
Sire Loup l'eût fait volontiers ;
Mais il fallait livrer bataille,
Et le Mâtin était de taille
A se défendre hardiment.
Le Loup donc l'aborde humblement,
Entre en propos, et lui fait compliment
Sur son embonpoint, qu'il admire.
"Il ne tiendra qu'à vous beau sire,
D'être aussi gras que moi, lui repartit le Chien.
Quittez les bois, vous ferez bien :
Vos pareils y sont misérables,
Cancres, haires, et pauvres diables,
Dont la condition est de mourir de faim.
Car quoi ? rien d'assuré : point de franche lippée :
Tout à la pointe de l'épée.
Suivez-moi : vous aurez un bien meilleur destin. "
Le Loup reprit : "Que me faudra-t-il faire ?
- Presque rien, dit le Chien, donner la chasse aux gens
Portants bâtons, et mendiants ;
Flatter ceux du logis, à son Maître complaire :
Moyennant quoi votre salaire
Sera force reliefs de toutes les façons :
Os de poulets, os de pigeons,
Sans parler de mainte caresse. "
Le Loup déjà se forge une félicité
Qui le fait pleurer de tendresse.
Chemin faisant, il vit le col du Chien pelé.
"Qu'est-ce là ? lui dit-il. - Rien. - Quoi ? rien ? - Peu de chose.
- Mais encor ? - Le collier dont je suis attaché
De ce que vous voyez est peut-être la cause.
- Attaché ? dit le Loup : vous ne courez donc pas
Où vous voulez ? - Pas toujours ; mais qu'importe ?
- Il importe si bien, que de tous vos repas
Je ne veux en aucune sorte,
Et ne voudrais pas même à ce prix un trésor. "
Cela dit, maître Loup s'enfuit, et court encor.
The Wolf and The Dog
A
prowling wolf, whose shaggy skin
(So strict the watch of dogs had been)
Hid little but his bones,
Once met a mastiff dog astray.
A prouder, fatter, sleeker Tray,
No human mortal owns.
Sir Wolf in famish'd plight,
Would fain have made a ration
Upon his fat relation;
But then he first must fight;
And well the dog seem'd able
To save from wolfish table
His carcass snug and tight.
So, then, in civil conversation
The wolf express'd his admiration
Of Tray's fine case. Said Tray, politely,
'Yourself, good sir, may be as sightly;
Quit but the woods, advised by me.
For all your fellows here, I see,
Are shabby wretches, lean and gaunt,
Belike to die of haggard want.
With such a pack, of course it follows,
One fights for every bit he swallows.
Come, then, with me, and share
On equal terms our princely fare.'
'But what with you
Has one to do?'
Inquires the wolf. 'Light work indeed,'
Replies the dog; 'you only need
To bark a little now and then,
To chase off duns and beggar men,
To fawn on friends that come or go forth,
Your master please, and so forth;
For which you have to eat
All sorts of well-cook'd meat--
Cold pullets, pigeons, savoury messes--
Besides unnumber'd fond caresses.'
The wolf, by force of appetite,
Accepts the terms outright,
Tears glistening in his eyes.
But faring on, he spies
A gall'd spot on the mastiff's neck.
'What's that?' he cries. 'O, nothing but a speck.'
'A speck?' 'Ay, ay; 'tis not enough to pain me;
Perhaps the collar's mark by which they chain me.'
'Chain! chain you! What! run you not, then,
Just where you please, and when?'
'Not always, sir; but what of that?'
'Enough for me, to spoil your fat!
It ought to be a precious price
Which could to servile chains entice;
For me, I'll shun them while I've wit.'
So ran Sir Wolf, and runneth yet.
(So strict the watch of dogs had been)
Hid little but his bones,
Once met a mastiff dog astray.
A prouder, fatter, sleeker Tray,
No human mortal owns.
Sir Wolf in famish'd plight,
Would fain have made a ration
Upon his fat relation;
But then he first must fight;
And well the dog seem'd able
To save from wolfish table
His carcass snug and tight.
So, then, in civil conversation
The wolf express'd his admiration
Of Tray's fine case. Said Tray, politely,
'Yourself, good sir, may be as sightly;
Quit but the woods, advised by me.
For all your fellows here, I see,
Are shabby wretches, lean and gaunt,
Belike to die of haggard want.
With such a pack, of course it follows,
One fights for every bit he swallows.
Come, then, with me, and share
On equal terms our princely fare.'
'But what with you
Has one to do?'
Inquires the wolf. 'Light work indeed,'
Replies the dog; 'you only need
To bark a little now and then,
To chase off duns and beggar men,
To fawn on friends that come or go forth,
Your master please, and so forth;
For which you have to eat
All sorts of well-cook'd meat--
Cold pullets, pigeons, savoury messes--
Besides unnumber'd fond caresses.'
The wolf, by force of appetite,
Accepts the terms outright,
Tears glistening in his eyes.
But faring on, he spies
A gall'd spot on the mastiff's neck.
'What's that?' he cries. 'O, nothing but a speck.'
'A speck?' 'Ay, ay; 'tis not enough to pain me;
Perhaps the collar's mark by which they chain me.'
'Chain! chain you! What! run you not, then,
Just where you please, and when?'
'Not always, sir; but what of that?'
'Enough for me, to spoil your fat!
It ought to be a precious price
Which could to servile chains entice;
For me, I'll shun them while I've wit.'
So ran Sir Wolf, and runneth yet.
Another English Translation
The
wolf grew gaunt-his bones stuck out-
Because for once the watchdogs never shut their eyes.
At last he took a drowsy mastiff by surprise,
A gorgeous, glossy-coated, oxlike layabout.
Sir Wolf would happily have set upon this giant
And ripped him all to shreds, but seeing his huge size
And his stout means of self-defense,
To challenge him to combat simply made no sense
And so instead he groveled, winningly compliant,
And told him how he envied him his plump physique.
"Dear boy, if being fat as I is what you seek,
It is entirely up to you," the mastiff said.
"Just leave the woods and you'll improve your lot-
For there the only close associates you've got
Are stupid, ragged and ill-fed,
They live half-dead from hunger, just a bunch
Of desperate losers. Why? They've no free lunch,
No real security. There, all live by the knife.
But follow me and find the way to better life."
"What must I do?" the wolf replied.
"Not much at all," the mastiff said. "You wait outside
And chase off beggars from the door
And old lame types with walking sticks,
You lick your master's hand and fawn before
The family, and in return you get a mix
Of lovely leavings, bones of chicken or of squab,
And they will pat your head and scratch behind your ears."
Picturing all this, the wolf's delight was such
Emotion overwhelmed him, and he began to sob.
But as they walked along together, through his tears
He saw the mastiff's neck looked raw and bare.
The wolf inquired, "What happened there?"
"Oh, nothing." "That is nothing?" "Nothing much."
"But, what?" "The collar they attach me with may be
What caused the little spot of soreness that you see."
"Attach?" the wolf replied. "You mean you are not free
To go just where you want?" "Well, not always, no-
But does that matter?" "Matter! Yes, it matters so
That I refuse to touch one bite of your fine swill.
For even a treasure, that price would be too high for me!"
That said, the wolf ran off, and he is running still.
Because for once the watchdogs never shut their eyes.
At last he took a drowsy mastiff by surprise,
A gorgeous, glossy-coated, oxlike layabout.
Sir Wolf would happily have set upon this giant
And ripped him all to shreds, but seeing his huge size
And his stout means of self-defense,
To challenge him to combat simply made no sense
And so instead he groveled, winningly compliant,
And told him how he envied him his plump physique.
"Dear boy, if being fat as I is what you seek,
It is entirely up to you," the mastiff said.
"Just leave the woods and you'll improve your lot-
For there the only close associates you've got
Are stupid, ragged and ill-fed,
They live half-dead from hunger, just a bunch
Of desperate losers. Why? They've no free lunch,
No real security. There, all live by the knife.
But follow me and find the way to better life."
"What must I do?" the wolf replied.
"Not much at all," the mastiff said. "You wait outside
And chase off beggars from the door
And old lame types with walking sticks,
You lick your master's hand and fawn before
The family, and in return you get a mix
Of lovely leavings, bones of chicken or of squab,
And they will pat your head and scratch behind your ears."
Picturing all this, the wolf's delight was such
Emotion overwhelmed him, and he began to sob.
But as they walked along together, through his tears
He saw the mastiff's neck looked raw and bare.
The wolf inquired, "What happened there?"
"Oh, nothing." "That is nothing?" "Nothing much."
"But, what?" "The collar they attach me with may be
What caused the little spot of soreness that you see."
"Attach?" the wolf replied. "You mean you are not free
To go just where you want?" "Well, not always, no-
But does that matter?" "Matter! Yes, it matters so
That I refuse to touch one bite of your fine swill.
For even a treasure, that price would be too high for me!"
That said, the wolf ran off, and he is running still.
§ A modern epimythium, or—a contemporary moral
for this story.
In a world
of ideas, we are now at an historical crossroads where two roads are diverging
in a Frostian fashion. The
first road in this wood is well-worn and well-known to students of human
history; it is the comfortable road of strong central leaders, of nationalisms,
and of authority figures who promise to guide us safely through the obscurity
and darkness, in exchange for a velvet collar around the neck. The other road, more
solitary and less traveled by, and massively uncomfortable, has known the
footfall of those who have resisted oppression with free hearts and free
foreheads, who have sought enlightenment and accepted the burden of freedom and
responsibility as the cost of democracy.
I
do not know what kind of America I will wake up to November 9. But I know that
the future of America does not hinge on Election Day. What happens to the U.S.
will be the cumulative effect of a Trump campaign that has mainstreamed bigotry
and is now mainstreaming – or at least severely playing down – white
supremacist violence.
Continues the author,
speaking about a journalist named Lovejoy who was murdered by a racist mob in
1837 in Missouri:
In October, I visited
Lovejoy’s monument, contemplating the election. To Lovejoy, the greatest threat
was not death, but the abdication of one’s principles – the selfishness of
self-preservation in an era of mob rule. That is the clarity of conscience that
bides your time to the grave.
Resources & Further Reading:
- · http://arch.oucs.ox.ac.uk/detail/89323/index.html --Title : Aesopica : Aesop's fables in English, Latin and Greek
- · http://fablesofaesop.com/the-dog-and-the-wolf.html
- On talking animals:
- · https://www.theguardian.com/books/2010/may/01/andrew-ohagan-talking-animals
- · https://www.theguardian.com/childrens-books-site/2015/feb/02/best-talking-animals-childrens-books
- · http://www.bbc.com/earth/story/20150216-can-any-animals-talk-like-humans
- · http://uncyclopedia.wikia.com/wiki/Talking_animals_in_the_Bible
