Pollux I will tell him, Diogenes. But give me some idea of his appearance. Diogenes Old, bald, with a cloak that allows him plenty of light and ventilation, and is patched all colours of the rainbow; always laughing, and usually gibing at pretentious philosophers, Pollux Ah, I cannot mistake him now. Diogenes May I give you another message to those same philosophers? Pollux Oh, I don’t mind; go on. Diogenes Charge them generally to give up playing the fool, quarrelling over metaphysics, tricking each other with horn and crocodile puzzles, See Puzzles in Notes. and teaching people to waste wit on such absurdities. Pollux Oh, but if I say anything against their wisdom, they will call me an ignorant blockhead. Diogenes Then tell them from me to go to the devil. Pollux Very well; rely upon me.