The Fisher (19-20)

Prisoner, your name?

Parrhesiades, son of Alethion, son of Elenxicles.[*]

And your country?

I am a Syrian from the Euphrates, my lady. But is the question relevant? Some of my accusers I know to be as much barbarians by blood as myself; but character and culture do

True, the question was unnecessary. But what is your profession? that at least is essential.

I profess hatred of pretension and imposture, lying, and pride; the whole loathsome tribe of them I hate; and you know how numerous they are.

Upon my word, you must have your hands full at this profession!

I have; you see what general dislike and danger it brings upon me. However, I do not neglect the complementary branch, in which love takes the place of hate; it includes love of truth and beauty and simplicity and all that is akin to love. But the subjects for this branch of the profession are sadly few; those of the other, for whom hatred is the right treatment, are reckoned by the thousand. Indeed there is some danger of the one feeling being atrophied, while the other is over-developed.

That should not be; they run in couples, you know. Do not separate your two branches; they should have unity in diversity.

You know better than I, Philosophy. My way is just to hate a villain, and love and praise the good.