But the real meaning of the saying, as I imagine, is, that the good are
like one another, and friends to one another; and that the bad, as is often
said of them, are never at unity with one another or with themselves; for
they are passionate and restless, and anything which is at variance and
enmity with itself is not likely to be in union or harmony with any other
thing. Do you not agree?
Then, my friend, those who say that the like is friendly to the like mean
to intimate, if I rightly apprehend them, that the good only is the friend
of the good, and of him only; but that the evil never attains to any real
friendship, either with good or evil. Do you agree?
Yes, I replied; and yet I am not quite satisfied with this answer. By
heaven, and shall I tell you what I suspect? I will. Assuming that like,
inasmuch as he is like, is the friend of like, and useful to him--or rather
let me try another way of putting the matter: Can like do any good or harm
to like which he could not do to himself, or suffer anything from his like
which he would not suffer from himself? And if neither can be of any use
to the other, how can they be loved by one another? Can they now?
But then again, will not the good, in so far as he is good, be sufficient
for himself? Certainly he will. And he who is sufficient wants nothing--
that is implied in the word sufficient.
What place then is there for friendship, if, when absent, good men have no
need of one another (for even when alone they are sufficient for
themselves), and when present have no use of one another? How can such
persons ever be induced to value one another?
Have I not heard some one say, as I just now recollect, that the like is
the greatest enemy of the like, the good of the good?--Yes, and he quoted
the authority of Hesiod, who says:
'Potter quarrels with potter, bard with bard,
Beggar with beggar;'
and of all other things he affirmed, in like manner, 'That of necessity the
most like are most full of envy, strife, and hatred of one another, and the
most unlike, of friendship. For the poor man is compelled to be the friend
of the rich, and the weak requires the aid of the strong, and the sick man
of the physician; and every one who is ignorant, has to love and court him
who knows.' And indeed he went on to say in grandiloquent language, that
the idea of friendship existing between similars is not the truth, but the
very reverse of the truth, and that the most opposed are the most friendly;
for that everything desires not like but that which is most unlike: for
example, the dry desires the moist, the cold the hot, the bitter the sweet,
the sharp the blunt, the void the full, the full the void, and so of all
other things; for the opposite is the food of the opposite, whereas like
receives nothing from like. And I thought that he who said this was a
charming man, and that he spoke well. What do the rest of you say?
I should say, at first hearing, that he is right, said Menexenus.
Then we are to say that the greatest friendship is of opposites?
Yes, Menexenus; but will not that be a monstrous answer? and will not the
all-wise eristics be down upon us in triumph, and ask, fairly enough,
whether love is not the very opposite of hate; and what answer shall we
make to them--must we not admit that they speak the truth?
And yet there is a further consideration: may not all these notions of
friendship be erroneous? but may not that which is neither good nor evil
still in some cases be the friend of the good?
Why really, I said, the truth is that I do not know; but my head is dizzy
with thinking of the argument, and therefore I hazard the conjecture, that
'the beautiful is the friend,' as the old proverb says. Beauty is
certainly a soft, smooth, slippery thing, and therefore of a nature which
easily slips in and permeates our souls. For I affirm that the good is the
beautiful. You will agree to that?
This I say from a sort of notion that what is neither good nor evil is the
friend of the beautiful and the good, and I will tell you why I am inclined
to think so: I assume that there are three principles--the good, the bad,
and that which is neither good nor bad. You would agree--would you not?
And neither is the good the friend of the good, nor the evil of the evil,
nor the good of the evil;--these alternatives are excluded by the previous
argument; and therefore, if there be such a thing as friendship or love at
all, we must infer that what is neither good nor evil must be the friend,
either of the good, or of that which is neither good nor evil, for nothing
can be the friend of the bad.
And does not this seem to put us in the right way? Just remark, that the
body which is in health requires neither medical nor any other aid, but is
well enough; and the healthy man has no love of the physician, because he
is in health.
And clearly this must have happened before that which was neither good nor
evil had become altogether corrupted with the element of evil--if itself
had become evil it would not still desire and love the good; for, as we
were saying, the evil cannot be the friend of the good.
Further, I must observe that some substances are assimilated when others
are present with them; and there are some which are not assimilated: take,
for example, the case of an ointment or colour which is put on another
substance.
This is what I mean: Suppose that I were to cover your auburn locks with
white lead, would they be really white, or would they only appear to be
white?
Now I want to know whether in all cases a substance is assimilated by the
presence of another substance; or must the presence be after a peculiar
sort?
And when anything is in the presence of evil, not being as yet evil, the
presence of good arouses the desire of good in that thing; but the presence
of evil, which makes a thing evil, takes away the desire and friendship of
the good; for that which was once both good and evil has now become evil
only, and the good was supposed to have no friendship with the evil?
And therefore we say that those who are already wise, whether Gods or men,
are no longer lovers of wisdom; nor can they be lovers of wisdom who are
ignorant to the extent of being evil, for no evil or ignorant person is a
lover of wisdom. There remain those who have the misfortune to be
ignorant, but are not yet hardened in their ignorance, or void of
understanding, and do not as yet fancy that they know what they do not
know: and therefore those who are the lovers of wisdom are as yet neither
good nor bad. But the bad do not love wisdom any more than the good; for,
as we have already seen, neither is unlike the friend of unlike, nor like
of like. You remember that?
And so, Lysis and Menexenus, we have discovered the nature of friendship--
there can be no doubt of it: Friendship is the love which by reason of the
presence of evil the neither good nor evil has of the good, either in the
soul, or in the body, or anywhere.
They both agreed and entirely assented, and for a moment I rejoiced and was
satisfied like a huntsman just holding fast his prey. But then a most
unaccountable suspicion came across me, and I felt that the conclusion was
untrue. I was pained, and said, Alas! Lysis and Menexenus, I am afraid
that we have been grasping at a shadow only.
I do not wonder at that, I said. But perhaps, if I put the matter in
another way, you will be able to follow me, and my own meaning will be
clearer to myself. The sick man, as I was just now saying, is the friend
of the physician--is he not?
And we were saying, I believe, that the body being neither good nor evil,
because of disease, that is to say because of evil, is the friend of
medicine, and medicine is a good: and medicine has entered into this
friendship for the sake of health, and health is a good.
Then at this point, my boys, let us take heed, and be on our guard against
deceptions. I will not again repeat that the friend is the friend of the
friend, and the like of the like, which has been declared by us to be an
impossibility; but, in order that this new statement may not delude us, let
us attentively examine another point, which I will proceed to explain:
Medicine, as we were saying, is a friend, or dear to us for the sake of
health?
But then, proceeding in this way, shall we not arrive at some first
principle of friendship or dearness which is not capable of being referred
to any other, for the sake of which, as we maintain, all other things are
dear, and, having there arrived, we shall stop?
My fear is that all those other things, which, as we say, are dear for the
sake of another, are illusions and deceptions only, but where that first
principle is, there is the true ideal of friendship. Let me put the matter
thus: Suppose the case of a great treasure (this may be a son, who is more
precious to his father than all his other treasures); would not the father,
who values his son above all things, value other things also for the sake
of his son? I mean, for instance, if he knew that his son had drunk
hemlock, and the father thought that wine would save him, he would value
the wine?
But does he therefore value the three measures of wine, or the earthen
vessel which contains them, equally with his son? Is not this rather the
true state of the case? All his anxiety has regard not to the means which
are provided for the sake of an object, but to the object for the sake of
which they are provided. And although we may often say that gold and
silver are highly valued by us, that is not the truth; for there is a
further object, whatever it may be, which we value most of all, and for the
sake of which gold and all our other possessions are acquired by us. Am I
not right?
And may not the same be said of the friend? That which is only dear to us
for the sake of something else is improperly said to be dear, but the truly
dear is that in which all these so-called dear friendships terminate.
And the good is loved for the sake of the evil? Let me put the case in
this way: Suppose that of the three principles, good, evil, and that which
is neither good nor evil, there remained only the good and the neutral, and
that evil went far away, and in no way affected soul or body, nor ever at
all that class of things which, as we say, are neither good nor evil in
themselves;--would the good be of any use, or other than useless to us?
For if there were nothing to hurt us any longer, we should have no need of
anything that would do us good. Then would be clearly seen that we did but
love and desire the good because of the evil, and as the remedy of the
evil, which was the disease; but if there had been no disease, there would
have been no need of a remedy. Is not this the nature of the good--to be
loved by us who are placed between the two, because of the evil? but there
is no use in the good for its own sake.
Then the final principle of friendship, in which all other friendships
terminated, those, I mean, which are relatively dear and for the sake of
something else, is of another and a different nature from them. For they
are called dear because of another dear or friend. But with the true
friend or dear, the case is quite the reverse; for that is proved to be
dear because of the hated, and if the hated were away it would be no longer
dear.
Very true, he replied: at any rate not if our present view holds good.
But, oh! will you tell me, I said, whether if evil were to perish, we
should hunger any more, or thirst any more, or have any similar desire? Or
may we suppose that hunger will remain while men and animals remain, but
not so as to be hurtful? And the same of thirst and the other desires,--
that they will remain, but will not be evil because evil has perished? Or
rather shall I say, that to ask what either will be then or will not be is
ridiculous, for who knows? This we do know, that in our present condition
hunger may injure us, and may also benefit us:--Is not that true?
But not if evil is the cause of friendship: for in that case nothing will
be the friend of any other thing after the destruction of evil; for the
effect cannot remain when the cause is destroyed.
And have we not admitted already that the friend loves something for a
reason? and at the time of making the admission we were of opinion that the
neither good nor evil loves the good because of the evil?
May not the truth be rather, as we were saying just now, that desire is the
cause of friendship; for that which desires is dear to that which is
desired at the time of desiring it? and may not the other theory have been
only a long story about nothing?
And I say, my boys, that no one who loves or desires another would ever
have loved or desired or affected him, if he had not been in some way
congenial to him, either in his soul, or in his character, or in his
manners, or in his form.
Then the lover, who is true and no counterfeit, must of necessity be loved
by his love.
Lysis and Menexenus gave a faint assent to this; and Hippothales changed
into all manner of colours with delight.
Here, intending to revise the argument, I said: Can we point out any
difference between the congenial and the like? For if that is possible,
then I think, Lysis and Menexenus, there may be some sense in our argument
about friendship. But if the congenial is only the like, how will you get
rid of the other argument, of the uselessness of like to like in as far as
they are like; for to say that what is useless is dear, would be absurd?
Suppose, then, that we agree to distinguish between the congenial and the
like--in the intoxication of argument, that may perhaps be allowed.
And shall we further say that the good is congenial, and the evil
uncongenial to every one? Or again that the evil is congenial to the evil,
and the good to the good; and that which is neither good nor evil to that
which is neither good nor evil?
Then, my boys, we have again fallen into the old discarded error; for the
unjust will be the friend of the unjust, and the bad of the bad, as well as
the good of the good.
Then what is to be done? Or rather is there anything to be done? I can
only, like the wise men who argue in courts, sum up the arguments:--If
neither the beloved, nor the lover, nor the like, nor the unlike, nor the
good, nor the congenial, nor any other of whom we spoke--for there were
such a number of them that I cannot remember all--if none of these are
friends, I know not what remains to be said.
Here I was going to invite the opinion of some older person, when suddenly
we were interrupted by the tutors of Lysis and Menexenus, who came upon us
like an evil apparition with their brothers, and bade them go home, as it
was getting late. At first, we and the by-standers drove them off; but
afterwards, as they would not mind, and only went on shouting in their
barbarous dialect, and got angry, and kept calling the boys--they appeared
to us to have been drinking rather too much at the Hermaea, which made them
difficult to manage--we fairly gave way and broke up the company.
I said, however, a few words to the boys at parting: O Menexenus and
Lysis, how ridiculous that you two boys, and I, an old boy, who would fain
be one of you, should imagine ourselves to be friends--this is what the by-
standers will go away and say--and as yet we have not been able to discover
what is a friend!