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Sunstone's current thread on porno reminded me of Xenophon's story of Socrates, which I will reproduce here from his Memorabilia. The setting is Athens, 350 BCE or so.
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Xenophon, Memorabilia, 3.11.1 from http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/
XI. At one time there was in Athens a beautiful woman named Theodote/, who was ready to keep company with anyone who pleased her. One of the bystanders mentioned her name, declaring that words failed him to describe the lady's beauty, and adding that artists visited her to paint her portrait, and she showed them as much as decency allowed.
We had better go and see her, cried Socrates; of course what beggars description can't very well be learned by hearsay.
[2] Come with me at once, returned his informant. So off they went to Theodote/'s house, where they found her posing before a painter, and looked on. When the painter had finished, Socrates said: My friends, ought we to be more grateful to Theodote/ for showing us her beauty, or she to us for looking at it? Does the obligation rest with her, if she profits more by showing it, but with us, if we profit more by looking?
[3] When someone answered that this was a fair way of putting it, Well now, he went on, she already has our praise to her credit, and when we spread the news, she will profit yet more; whereas we already long to touch what we have seen, and we shall go away excited and shall miss her when we are gone. The natural consequence is that we become her adorers, she the adored.
Then, if that is so, exclaimed Theodote, of course I ought to be grateful to you for looking.
[4] At this point Socrates noticed that she was sumptuously dressed, and that her mother at her side was wearing fine clothes and jewellery; and she had many pretty maids, who also were well cared for, and her house was lavishly furnished.
[Socrates] Tell me, Theodote/, he said, have you a farm?
[Theodote] Not I, she answered.
[Socrates] Or a house, perhaps, that brings in money?
No, nor a house.
[Socrates] Some craftsmen, possibly?
[Theodote] No, none.
[Socrates] Then where do you get your supplies from?
[Theodote] I live on the generosity of any friend I pick up.
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Xenophon, Memorabilia, 3.11.1 from http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/
XI. At one time there was in Athens a beautiful woman named Theodote/, who was ready to keep company with anyone who pleased her. One of the bystanders mentioned her name, declaring that words failed him to describe the lady's beauty, and adding that artists visited her to paint her portrait, and she showed them as much as decency allowed.
We had better go and see her, cried Socrates; of course what beggars description can't very well be learned by hearsay.
[2] Come with me at once, returned his informant. So off they went to Theodote/'s house, where they found her posing before a painter, and looked on. When the painter had finished, Socrates said: My friends, ought we to be more grateful to Theodote/ for showing us her beauty, or she to us for looking at it? Does the obligation rest with her, if she profits more by showing it, but with us, if we profit more by looking?
[3] When someone answered that this was a fair way of putting it, Well now, he went on, she already has our praise to her credit, and when we spread the news, she will profit yet more; whereas we already long to touch what we have seen, and we shall go away excited and shall miss her when we are gone. The natural consequence is that we become her adorers, she the adored.
Then, if that is so, exclaimed Theodote, of course I ought to be grateful to you for looking.
[4] At this point Socrates noticed that she was sumptuously dressed, and that her mother at her side was wearing fine clothes and jewellery; and she had many pretty maids, who also were well cared for, and her house was lavishly furnished.
[Socrates] Tell me, Theodote/, he said, have you a farm?
[Theodote] Not I, she answered.
[Socrates] Or a house, perhaps, that brings in money?
No, nor a house.
[Socrates] Some craftsmen, possibly?
[Theodote] No, none.
[Socrates] Then where do you get your supplies from?
[Theodote] I live on the generosity of any friend I pick up.