Letter 48: (Shortly after the events described above, Basil determined to strengthen his own hands by creating a number of new Bishoprics in the disputed Province, to one of which, Sasima, he consecrated Gregory, very much against the will of the latter, who felt that he had been hardly used, and did not attempt to disguise his reluctance. See Gen. Prolegg.
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Stop calling me uneducated, uncouth, and unfriendly — not even fit to live — just because I dared to object to the way I've been treated. You yourself would admit I've done you no wrong in any other respect, and my own conscience doesn't reproach me for any unkindness toward you, great or small. God willing, it never will.
All I know is this: I saw that I'd been deceived. Too late, yes — but I saw it. And I blame your throne for it, since it suddenly lifted you above yourself. I'm sick of being blamed for your decisions, and of having to explain them to people who know the full history of our friendship.
This is the most absurd — or the most pitiful — part of my situation: the same person suffers the wrong and bears the blame. That's where I am now. Different people criticize me for different things, depending on their temperament or their level of hostility. But even the kindest among them accuse me of being used and then discarded, like a worthless tool or the scaffolding for an arch — needed during construction, thrown away once the building is done.
Let them say what they like. I won't curtail anyone's freedom of speech.
As for you: pay me back those blessed, empty hopes you devised against the critics who accused you of insulting me under the pretense of honoring me, as though I were shallow and easy to manipulate.
All I ask now is this: stop treating philosophy as though it exists only to serve your interests. Sasima was not a gift — it was a sentence. And our friendship deserved better than to be sacrificed on the altar of your ecclesiastical politics.
Epistle 48. To Basil.
(Shortly after the events described above, Basil determined to strengthen his own hands by creating a number of new Bishoprics in the disputed Province, to one of which, Sasima, he consecrated Gregory, very much against the will of the latter, who felt that he had been hardly used, and did not attempt to disguise his reluctance. See Gen. Prolegg. p. 195.)
Do leave off speaking of me as an ill-educated and uncouth and unfriendly man, not even worthy to live, because I have ventured to be conscious of the way in which I have been treated. You yourself would admit that I have not done wrong in any other respect, and my own conscience does not reproach me with having been unkind to you in either great or small matters; and I hope it never may. I only know that I saw that I had been deceived — too late indeed, but I saw it — and I throw the blame on your throne, as having on a sudden lifted you above yourself; and I am weary of being blamed for faults of yours, and of having to make excuses for them to people who know both our former and our present relations. For of all that I have to endure this is the most ridiculous or most pitiable thing, that the same person should have both to suffer the wrong and to bear the blame, and this is my present case. Different people blame me for different things according to the tastes of each, or each man's disposition, or the measure of their ill feeling on my account; but the kindest reproach me with contempt and disdain, and they throw me on one side after making use of me, like the most valueless vessels, or those frames upon which arches are built, which after the building is complete are taken down and cast aside. We will let them be and say what they please; no one shall curb their freedom of speech. And do you, as my reward, pay off those blessed and empty hopes, which you devised against the evil speakers, who accused you of insulting me on pretence of honouring me, as though I were lightminded and easily taken in by such treatment. Now I will plainly speak out the state of my mind, and you must not be angry with me. For I will tell you just what I said at the moment of the suffering, not in a fit of anger or so much in the sense of astonishment at what had happened as to lose my reason or not to know what I said. I will not take up arms, nor will I learn tactics which I did not learn in former times, when the occasion seemed more suitable, as every one was arming and in frenzy (you know the illness of the weak), nor will I face the martial Anthimus, though he be an untimely warrior, being myself unarmed and unwarlike, and thus the more exposed to wounds. Fight with him yourself if you wish (for necessity often makes warriors even of the weak), or look out for some one to fight when he seizes your mules, keeping guard over a defile, and like Amalek of old, barring the way against Israel. Give me before all things quiet. Why should I fight for sucking pigs and fowls, and those not my own, as though for souls and canons? Why should I deprive the Metropolis of the celebrated Sasima, or lay bare and unveil the secret of your mind, when I ought to join in concealing it? Do you then play the man and be strong and draw all parties to your own conclusion, as the rivers do the winter torrents, without regard for friendship or intimacy in good, or for the reputation which such a course will bring you. Give yourself up to the Spirit alone. I shall gain this only from your friendship, that I shall learn not to trust in friends, or to esteem anything more valuable than God.
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Stop calling me uneducated, uncouth, and unfriendly — not even fit to live — just because I dared to object to the way I've been treated. You yourself would admit I've done you no wrong in any other respect, and my own conscience doesn't reproach me for any unkindness toward you, great or small. God willing, it never will.
All I know is this: I saw that I'd been deceived. Too late, yes — but I saw it. And I blame your throne for it, since it suddenly lifted you above yourself. I'm sick of being blamed for your decisions, and of having to explain them to people who know the full history of our friendship.
This is the most absurd — or the most pitiful — part of my situation: the same person suffers the wrong and bears the blame. That's where I am now. Different people criticize me for different things, depending on their temperament or their level of hostility. But even the kindest among them accuse me of being used and then discarded, like a worthless tool or the scaffolding for an arch — needed during construction, thrown away once the building is done.
Let them say what they like. I won't curtail anyone's freedom of speech.
As for you: pay me back those blessed, empty hopes you devised against the critics who accused you of insulting me under the pretense of honoring me, as though I were shallow and easy to manipulate.
All I ask now is this: stop treating philosophy as though it exists only to serve your interests. Sasima was not a gift — it was a sentence. And our friendship deserved better than to be sacrificed on the altar of your ecclesiastical politics.
Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.