{"id":38,"date":"2024-11-28T16:24:16","date_gmt":"2024-11-28T16:24:16","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/wopolis.hs.duth.gr\/?page_id=38"},"modified":"2024-11-28T16:32:59","modified_gmt":"2024-11-28T16:32:59","slug":"%ce%bc%ce%b9%ce%bb%ce%bf%cf%8d%ce%bd-%ce%bf%ce%b9-%cf%80%ce%bf%ce%b9%ce%b7%cf%84%ce%ad%cf%82-2","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/wopolis.hs.duth.gr\/?page_id=38","title":{"rendered":"\u039c\u03b9\u03bb\u03bf\u03cd\u03bd \u03bf\u03b9 \u03c0\u03bf\u03b9\u03b7\u03c4\u03ad\u03c2…"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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I have not spoken to you of the ancients<\/h2>\n\n\n\n

I have not spoken to you of the ancients. I did not want to tire you. Perhaps I should add a few words. Since the fifteenth century, since the fall of Byzantium, they have increasingly become the heritage of mankind. They have been integrated into what we have come to call European civilization. We rejoice that so many nations contribute to bring them closer to our life. Still, there are certain things that have remained our inalienable possessions. When I read in Homer the simple words \u00ab<\/strong>\u03c6\u03ac\u03bf<\/strong>\u03db <\/strong>\u03ae\u03b5\u03bb\u03af\u03bf\u03b9\u03bf<\/strong>\u00bb \u2013 today I would say \u00ab<\/strong>\u03c6<\/strong>\u1ff6<\/strong>\u03c2 \u03c4\u03bf<\/strong>\u1fe6 \u1f25<\/strong>\u03bb\u03b9\u03bf\u03c5<\/strong>\u00bb (the sunlight) \u2013 I experience a <\/strong>familiarity <\/strong>that stems from a collective soul rather than from an intellectual effort. It is a tone, one might say, whose harmonies reach quite far; it feels very different from anything a translation can give. For <\/strong>we do, after all, speak the same language <\/strong>\u2013 a language changed, if you insist, by an evolution of several thousand years, but despite everything faithful to itself \u2013 and the feeling for a language derives from emotions as much as from knowledge. This <\/strong>language <\/strong>shows the imprints of deeds and attitudes repeated throughout the ages<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

down to our own. These imprints sometimes have a surprising way of simplifying problems of interpretation that seem very difficult to others. I will not say that we are of the same blood, for I abhor racial theories, but we have always lived in the same country and have seen the same mountains slope into the sea. Perhaps I have used the word \u00ab<\/strong>tradition<\/strong>\u00bb without pointing out that it does not mean habit. On the contrary, tradition holds us by the ability to break habits, and thus proves its vitality.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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I am also grateful that \u00abthe bounty of Sweden\u00bb has permitted me in the end to feel as if I were \u00abnobody\u00bb \u2013 understanding this word in the sense that <\/strong>Ulysses <\/strong>gave it when he replied to the Cyclops, Polyphemus: \u00ab<\/strong>\u03bf<\/strong>\u1f56<\/strong>\u03c4\u03b9\u03c2<\/strong>\u00bb \u2013 nobody, in that mysterious current which is Greece.<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

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