Letter 76: I confess I have already paid a full penalty for leaving you — not only in the hardships I encountered on my...

To Iamblichus. I confess I have already paid a full penalty for leaving you — not only in the hardships I encountered on my journey, but far more in the simple fact of being away from you for so long. I have endured so many and various fortunes that I have left nothing untried: the alarms of war, the rigor of siege, the wandering of exile, every kind of terror, the bitter cold of winter, and every imaginable danger. Yet through all of it, the memory of your teaching sustained me. Your words were my shield. Whatever I suffered in body, my soul remained free — because you had taught it how to be free. This is the debt I can never repay, and the distance between us only makes it sharper. Send me your words. They are more valuable to me than any army.

To the Same I confess that I had paid a full and sufficient penalty for leaving you, not only in the annoyances that I encountered on my journey, but far more in the very fact that I have been away from you for so long, though I have indeed endured so many and various fortunes everywhere, that I have left nothing untried. But though I have undergone the alarms of war, the rigour of a siege, the wandering of exile and all sorts of terrors, and moreover the extreme cold of winter, the dangers of disease and countless mischances of many kinds in my journey from Upper Pannonia till I crossed the Chalcedonian straits,1 I may say that nothing so painful or so distressing has happened to me as the fact that after I left the East I have not, for so long a time, seen you, the universal blessing of the Hellenes. So do not be surprised if I say that a sort of mist and thick cloud overshadows my eyes. For only then will a clear atmosphere and the brilliant light of the sun, and, so to speak, the fairest and truest springtime of my life, encompass me when I can embrace you, the delight and glory of the whole world, and, like the true son of a noble father who when hope is given up is seen returning from war, it may be, or from the stormy billows of the sea,2 can proceed to recount to you all that I have suffered and what dangers I have been through, and as I, so to speak, ride safely on a sacred anchor,3 can find at last a sufficient consolation for my misfortunes. For naturally it is a consolation and lightens the weight of sorrow when one unburdens one's experiences to others and shares with them the knowledge of one's sufferings in the intercourse of speech. Meanwhile, however, with what means I have I will, so far as I can approach you; and indeed I shall not cease, for the whole period of our separation, to conciliate you with letters by way of a token. And if I only receive the like from you, I shall be somewhat more submissive and shall hold converse with your letters, regarding them as a sort of symbol that you are safe and well. Do you, then, graciously accept what arrives from me, and show yourself still more gracious in making requital, since every noble utterance of yours, every written word, is reckoned by me as equivalent to the voice of Hermes the god of eloquence, or to the hand of Asclepius.1 1 The reference is probably to Constantine's march in from Pannonia to Nicomedia by way of the Dardanelles. 2 For a similar idea cf. Julian, To the Athenians, Vol. 2, Wright, 285c, p. 285. 3 Cf. ancoram sacram (or ultimam) solvere, a proverb implying the use of what has been kept in reserve. 1 See Letter 79. 406d.

[Πρός: Τῷ αὐτῷ] Ἱκανὴν ὁμολογῶ τῆς σῆς ἀπολείψεως ἐκτετικέναι δίκην οὐ μόνον οἷς παρὰ τὴν ἀποδημίαν συνηνέχθην ἀνιαροῖς, ἀλλὰ γὰρ καὶ αὐτῷ τούτῳ πλέον, ὅτι σου τὸν τοσοῦτον ἀπελείφθην χρόνον, καίτοι πολλαῖς καὶ ποικίλαις πανταχοῦ χρησάμενος τύχαις, ὡς μηδὲν ἀπείρατον καταλιπεῖν. ἀλλὰ καὶ πολέμων θορύβους καὶ πολιορκίας ἀνάγκην καὶ φυγῆς πλάνην καὶ φόβους παντοίους, ἔτι δὲ χειμώνων ὑπερβολὰς καὶ νόσων κινδύνους καὶ τὰς ἐκ Παννονίας τῆς ἄνω μέχρι τοῦ κατὰ τὸν Καλχηδόνιον πορθμὸν διάπλου μυρίας δὴ καὶ πολυτρόπους συμφορὰς ὑπομείνας οὐδὲν οὕτω λυπηρὸν οὐδὲ δυσχερὲς ἐμαυτῷ συμβεβηκέναι φαίην ἂν ὡς ὅτι σὲ τὸ κοινὸν τῶν Ἑλλήνων ἀγαθὸν ἐπὶ τοσοῦτον χρόνον τὴν ἑῴαν ἀπολιπὼν οὐκ εἶδον· ὥστ’ εἴπερ ἀχλύν τινα τοῖς ἐμοῖς ὀφθαλμοῖς καὶ νέφος πολὺ περικεῖσθαι λέγοιμι, μὴ θαυμάσῃς. τότε γὰρ δή με καὶ ἀὴρ εὔδιος καὶ φέγγος ἡλίου λαμπρότατον καὶ οἷον ἔαρ ἀληθῶς τοῦ βίου περιέξει κάλλιστον, ὅταν σὲ τὸ μέγα τῆς οἰκουμένης ἄγαλμα περιπτύξωμαι καὶ, καθάπερ ἀγαθῷ πατρὶ παῖς γνήσιος ἐκ πολέμου τινὸς ἢ διαποντίου κλύδωνος ἀνελπίστως ὀφθεὶς, εἶτα ὅσα ἔπαθον καὶ δι’ ὅσων ἦλθον κινδύνων εἰπὼν καὶ οἷον ἐπ’ ἀγκύρας ἱερᾶς ὁρμιζόμενος ἀρκοῦσαν ἤδη παραψυχὴν τῶν ἀλγεινῶν εὕρωμαι. παραμυθεῖται γάρ, ὡς εἰκός, καὶ ἐπικουφίζει τὰς συμφοράς, ὅταν τις ἃ πέπονθεν εἰς τοὺς ἄλλους ἔκφορα καθιστὰς διανείμῃ τοῦ πάθους τὴν γνῶσιν ἐν τῇ κοινωνίᾳ τοῦ λόγου. τέως γε μὴν οἷς ἔχω σε κατὰ δύναμιν τὴν ἐμὴν μέτειμι· καὶ γὰρ οὐ παύσομαι τὸν ἐν μέσῳ τῆς ἀπολείψεως χρόνον ἐν τῷ τῶν γραμμάτων θεραπεύων συνθήματι. εἰ δὲ δὴ καὶ ἀντιτύχοιμι παρὰ σοῦ τῶν ἴσων, ὑφήσω τί καὶ μικρόν, οἷον ἀντὶ σωτηρίου τινὸς συμβόλου τοῖς σοῖς ὁμιλῶν γράμμασι. σὺ δὲ δέχοιο μὲν εὐμενῶς τὰ παρ’ ἡμῶν, παρέχοις δὲ καὶ σεαυτὸν εἰς ἀμοιβὴν εὐμενέστερον, ὡς ὅ τι ἄν σημήνῃς καλὸν ἢ γράψῇς, τοῦτο ἀντὶ τῆς Ἑρμοῦ λογίου φωνῆς ἢ τῆς Ἀσκληπιοῦ χειρὸς παρ’ ἡμῶν κρίνεται.