I am certainly loving the speeches
OBANDER: To be sure, the dream must come true, no one doubts that, it is the destiny and the ultimate requirement of this city. And to be sure, the pursuit of
arete, the pursuit of excellence to which all men are accustomed is something that must drive the people of this city. And yet the cost of heroes must be weighed, too. It is important for all free men to consider that our past can weigh down on the present and prevent us from comprehending what lies before us. All Greeks believe that the past is what must be called to for the sake of the present, but what does fair Akhilles have to teach us about Italia? New ways of war, new ways of living, new ways of politics and the rule of the people are wholly unique in the histories and stories of all Hellenes. To say that we must constantly be looking backwards at an accumulating and collecting cavalcade of heroes will one day doom the heroes of our future to irrelevence, for they will compare themselves, and our whole
polis will compare ourselves, to Herodion and Drako and not be spirited but find them wanting, that conclusion is one I do not find an excellent one. If they are worth the hearing of history, their
arete undoubted, then they shall be remembered naturally through their deeds and imprints on the city, and not grand, expensive edifices.
OBANDER: And yet it is the Gods who judge men, not gravestones. A man is not distinguished by the stone which he has been placed under but by the deeds he has done as a living man, and how the Gods have judged those deeds as he passes. I do not mean to speak ill of the poor, for I am poor, have always been poor, but I educated myself through the assistance of friends and comrades, and I have learned how to speak with their aid. I simply believe that the poor shall be remembered not by the grandness of their graves but by the greatness of their deeds, and to dedicate to them a space of worship would be to place in place of the Gods, and in place of living men, these ghosts which will haunt our city and taunt its achievements with the feeling of failure and incompleteness.
OBANDER: Would that I had a horse, but I am a poor, foolish boy, with neither the legs for riding or the money for land. I understand that sometimes the old are frail in hearing or sight, but would it behoove you, before you insult me- a poor foolish boy- to observe that there are significant divisions between the poor and the rich, and that these divisions create significant gaps? I fought fairly in the battle against the Krotonians, I saved my fellow who was nearly cut down by the cruel tip of a spear, and slew two of them. I do not ask for acknowledgement of my glory, for Herodion surely bested me in that respect, but merely that my oratory and my points are respected as a citizen of the city. As for the rest of your flurry of words I have little to say except that to insult the young is to insult the future of the city, and the barring that the old deliver to everyone who is not old enough to grow a gray beard will cause much that is deleterious to our city. I do not ask to remove the old, but for them to acknowledge that just because we have not reached an age that they consider "wise", that we are foolish. When Herodion was first appointed he was in the prime of his youth. Drako fought in Eretria at a similar age, and they have grown old in office, some to their fiftieth year. To be sure, it is an argument to be had that we must wait in line for "our" turn, but surely it is a twisted
polis which denies an entire generation any representation of its own position within the larger government. We have grown up in Italia and been molded by its precepts, and yet we are called foolish and told to grow up, as if by eating some fantastic seed or nymph's ambrosia I can sprout another ten years, a beard, and a gaggle of children.
I don't think so. But then, well. I am just a poor foolish boy.