Letter 40: Onasus, of Segesta, the subject of this letter, was among Jerome's Roman opponents. He is here held up to ridicule in a manner which reflects little credit on the writer's urbanity. The date of the letter is 385 A.D.

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Letter 40: To Marcella, Concerning Onasus of Segesta (385 AD)

[Onasus was one of Jerome's critics in Rome. Jerome holds him up to savage ridicule — a letter that displays his gift for invective more than his Christian charity.]

1. The surgeons called upon to perform operations are thought cruel, but really deserve our pity. For is it not pitiable to cut away the dead flesh of another person with merciless knives, unmoved by his agony? Is it not pitiable that the man curing the patient must appear indifferent to his suffering — must look, in fact, like his enemy? But that is the nature of things. Truth is always bitter; pleasantness accompanies wrongdoing. Isaiah went naked without blushing, as a sign of the captivity to come [Isaiah 20:2]. Jeremiah was sent all the way to the Euphrates to leave his loincloth to rot in the Chaldean camp [Jeremiah 13:6-7]. Ezekiel was told to eat bread baked over dung [Ezekiel 4:9-16] and to watch his wife die without shedding a tear [Ezekiel 24:15-18]. Amos was thrown out of Samaria [Amos 7:12-13]. And why? Because, like all of them, he was a spiritual surgeon, cutting away the parts diseased by sin and urging men to repent. The apostle Paul puts it plainly: "Have I become your enemy because I tell you the truth?" [Galatians 4:16]. And the Savior himself experienced the same thing — many of his disciples walked away because his sayings seemed too hard [John 6:60, 66].

2. It should come as no surprise, then, that by exposing people's faults I have made enemies. I set out to operate on a cancerous nose — let anyone who suffers from warts start trembling. I criticize a chattering jackdaw — let the crow realize she is offensive too. But tell me: is there only one man in all of Rome "whose nostrils are disfigured by a scar"? Is Onasus of Segesta the only person who puffs out his cheeks like bladders and balances hollow phrases on his tongue?

I observe that certain people have climbed to high positions through crime, perjury, and fraud. How does that hurt you, if you know the charge doesn't apply to you? I laugh at a lawyer without clients and mock a hack writer's eloquence. Why should that bother you, the polished speaker? I attack mercenary priests — but you're already rich, so why take offense? I choose to make sport of ghosts and owls and the monsters of the Nile — and whatever I say, you claim it's aimed at you. At whatever fault I point my pen, you cry out that you are the target. You drag me into court and charge me, absurdly, with writing satire when I am writing plain prose.

So you really fancy yourself a handsome fellow just because you have a lucky name? That doesn't follow at all.

Modern English rendering for readability. See the 19th-century translation or original Latin/Greek for scholarly use.

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