tioner, ‘‘ I knew,” said Stilpo, “ that you would utter anything rather than what you ought.” And once when Crates held out a fig to him when putting a question, he took the fig and ate it. Upon which the other exclaimed, ‘‘ O Heracles, I have lost the fig,” and Stilpo remarked, ‘‘ Not only that but your question as well, for which the fig was payment in advance.” Again, on seeing Crates shrivelled with cold in the winter, he said, ‘“ You seem to me, Crates, to want a new coat,” i.e. to be wanting in sense as well.¢ And the other being annoyed replied with the following burlesque ® : And Stilpo I saw enduring toilsome woes in Megara, where men say that the bed of Typhos is. There he would ever be wrangling, and many comrades about him, wasting time in the verbal pursuit of virtue. It is said that at Athens he so attracted the public that people would run together from the workshops to look at him. And when some one said, “ Stilpo, they stare at you as if you were some strange creature.” ‘‘ No, indeed,” said he, “ but as if I were a genuine man.” And, being a consummate master of controversy, he used to demolish even the ideas, and say that he who asserted the existence of Man meant no individual ; he did not mean this man or that. For why should he mean the one more than the other? Therefore neither does he mean this individual man. Again, “ vegetable” is not what is shown to me, for vegetable existed ten thousand years ago. Therefore this is not vegetable. The story goes that while in the middle of an argument with Crates he hurried off to buy fish, and, when Crates tried to detain him and urged that he was leaving the argument, his answer was, “Not I. I