He thought that all the schools of Italy were full, either of mathematicians, who could understand one another without speaking; or of grammarians, who shouted themselves hoarse lecturing on the art of eloquence, yet could not make any living soul understand what they said; or of poets, who did their best to deafen those who did not listen to them, and were loud in welcoming every new tyrant who gained power over their nation. This is the reason why, as troublesome fools, they were exiled—with more justice than any other class—by Socrates, who, according to our author, was endowed with the spirit of prophecy—especially as regards the things which are taking place in our own day.
Ugo Foscolo (1778–1827).
THE FIRST HOUR AND THE SUN.
First Hour. Good morning, your Excellency.
Sun. Yes, or rather good-night.
First Hour. The horses are ready.
Sun. Very good.
First Hour. The morning star has been out some time.
Sun. Very good—let her come or go as it suits her.
First Hour. What does your Excellency mean?