<i>Neither the letter C, they say, nor the <br /> letter K had ever harmed the city.... We, <br /> finding interpreters... learned that these <br /> are the initial letters of names, the first <br /> of Christ and the second of Konstantios. <br /> </I> <br /> Julian, Misopogon (The Beard-Hater) <br /> <br /> <br />Was it conceivable that they would ever give up <br />their beautiful way of life, the range <br />of their daily pleasures, their brilliant theatre <br />which consummated a union between Art <br />and the erotic proclivities of the flesh? <br /> <br />Immoral to a degree—and probably more than a degree— <br />they certainly were. But they had the satisfaction that their life <br />was the notorious life of Antioch, <br />delectably sensual, in absolute good taste. <br /> <br />To give up all this, indeed, for what? <br /> <br />His hot air about the false gods, <br />his boring self-advertisement, <br />his childish fear of the theatre, <br />his graceless prudery, his ridiculous beard. <br /> <br />O certainly they preferred C, <br />certainly they preferred K—a hundred times over.<br /><br />Constantine P. Cavafy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/julian-and-the-antiochians/
