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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=358764" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Myris: Alexandria, A.D. 340</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I heard the terrible news, that Myris was dead,<br>I went to his house, although I avoid<br>going to the houses of Christians,<br>especially during times of mourning or festivity.<br>I stood in the corridor. I didn't want<br>to go further inside because I noticed<br>that the relatives of the deceased looked at me<br>with obvious surprise and displeasure.<br>They had him in a large room<br>and from the corner where I stood<br>I could catch a glimpse of it: all precious carpets,<br>and vessels in silver and gold.<br>I stood and wept in a corner of the corridor.<br>And I thought how our parties and excursions<br>wouldn't be worthwhile now without Myris;<br>and I thought how I'd no longer see him<br>at our wonderfully indecent night-long sessions<br>enjoying himself, laughing, and reciting verses<br>with his perfect feel for Greek rhythm;<br>and I thought how I'd lost forever<br>his beauty, lost forever<br>the young man I'd worshipped so passionately.<br>Some old women close to me were talking with lowered<br> voices<br>about the last day he lived:<br>the name of Christ constantly on his lips,<br>his hand holding a cross.<br>Then four Christian priests<br>came into the room, and said prayers<br>fervently, and orisons to Jesus,<br>or to Mary (I'm not very familiar with their religion).<br>We'd known of course that Myris was a Christian,<br>known it from the very start,<br>when he first joined our group the year before last.<br>But he lived exactly as we did:<br>more devoted to pleasure than all of us,<br>he scattered his money lavishly on amusements.<br>Not caring what anyone thought of him,<br>he threw himself eagerly into night-time scuffles<br>when our group happened to clash<br>with some rival group in the street.<br>He never spoke about his religion.<br>And once we even told him<br>that we'd take him with us to the Serapeion.<br>But -I remember now-<br>he didn't seem to like this joke of ours.<br>And yes, now I recall two other incidents.<br>When we made libations to Poseidon,<br>he drew himself back from our circle and looked elsewhere.<br>And when one of us in his fervour said:<br>'May all of us be favoured and protected<br>by the great, the sublime Apollo'-<br>Myris, unheard by the others, whispered: 'Not counting<br> me.'<br>The Christian priests were praying loudly<br>for the young man's soul.<br>I noticed with how much diligence,<br>how much intense concern<br>for the forms of their religion, they were preparing<br>everything for the Christian funeral.<br>And suddenly an odd sensation took hold of me:<br>indefinably I felt<br>as if Myris were going from me;<br>I felt that he, a Christian, was united<br>with his own people and that I was becoming<br>a stranger, a total stranger. I even felt<br>a doubt come over me: that I'd been deceived by my passion<br>and has always been a stranger to him.<br>I rushed out of their horrible house,<br>rushed away before my memory of Myris<br>could be captured, could be perverted by their Christianity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Constantine+P.+Cavafy">Constantine P. Cavafy</a><div class=q>
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