<TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0" xmlns:py="http://codespeak.net/lxml/objectify/pytype" py:pytype="TREE"><text><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg062.perseus-eng3" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="section" xml:base="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0062.tlg062.perseus-eng3" n="9"><p> Would you like me to complete my story so that it should not roam about in a headless condition? It’s high time to find out what Anacharsis and Toxaris from Scythia are still doing here at this time in Macedon bringing old Solon with them from Athens.

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Well, my own situation is like that of Anacharsis—and please do not resent my likening myself to a man of regal stature, for he too was a barbarian, and no one could say that we Syrians are inferior to Scythians. It isn’t on grounds of royalty that I compare my situation with his, but rather because we are both barbarians. For when I first came to live in your city, I was utterly terrified as soon as I saw its size, its beauty, its high population, its power and general splendour. For a long time I was struck with wonder at these things and could not take in the spectacle—just
as when the young man from the islands
<note xml:lang="eng" n="6.253.1">Telemachus: Homer, <hi rend="italic">Od</hi>. iv, 71.</note>
  came to the house of Menelaus. How could I help feeling like this when I saw the city at such a peak of excellence and, as the poet says,
<quote><l>“Blossoming with all good things whereby a city</l><l>flourisheth.”</l></quote>
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