I will tell him, Diogenes. But give me some idea of his appearance.

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,

Ah, I cannot mistake him now.

May I give you another message to those same philosophers?

Oh, I don’t mind; go on.

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.

Oh, but if I say anything against their wisdom, they will call me an ignorant blockhead.

Then tell them from me to go to the devil.

Very well; rely upon me.