I mentioned that A.E. Housman might have got the idea for his poem, To An Athlete Dying Young, from his study of the classics, in particular Herodotus. I had one particular story from Herodotus in mind when I said that. It is the story of King Croesus.
(The story almost made it into my coming book about success and failure in life, but then it got a bit crowded and I cut it out.)
1) Croesus the happy
In the sixth century BCE there was a king named Croesus in Lydia (today’s Turkey). He was so rich that we still today say “rich as Croesus”. But he always wanted confirmation from others that he was indeed the richest, the most successful, the happiest man alive. Why would he need confirmation? One wonders. But people always do.
As it happened, Solon, the man who had given the Athenians their laws and who was the wisest man in Greece at the time, came for a visit. This was exactly the sort of man Croesus wanted to impress.
I paraphrase (the text is here):
Croesus: ‘Welcome Solon. You’re the wisest man in Greece. I’ve heard so much about you. Please take a tour of my palace and look at all the gold and silver, the women and slaves and fruit, and all my splendor. Isn’t it wonderful? Tell me: who is the happiest man in the world?’
Solon: ‘Tellus of Athens, sire.”
Croesus: [Blank look. Silence.] ‘Sorry, but… Who?’
Solon: ‘Tellus, sire. He was this guy who lived when his country was prosperous, and he had two sons and some grandchildren.’
Croesus [still uncomprehending]: ‘Right. So what? What does that have to do with anything?’
Solon: ‘Well, you see, he died on the battlefield, and the Athenians gave him a proper funeral. So he died knowing that everything was good in his life.’
Croesus [rather miffed, irritable]: ‘Well never mind. Who is the second happiest man in the world?’ [smiles and nods, leans forward]
Solon: ‘Cleobis and Bito.’
Croesus [jumpy, shocked]: ‘Who the hell are Cleovice and Vico?’
Solon: ‘Cleobis and Bito, sire. They were these two young lads in Argos. Their mom wanted to go to a festival but couldn’t find any oxen to pull her cart. So the two sons put the yoke on their own necks and pulled the cart to give their mother a ride. The whole town was watching and everybody loved them for it. Their mom was really proud. Later that night, both her sons fell asleep and never woke up. What a wonderful way to die.’
Croesus: ‘You’re supposed to be a wise man, Solon! What is this gibberish you’re talking? I asked you who the happiest man in the world is. Look around, for god’s sake. Look at me! What about me?’
Solon: ‘You? How would I know? You’re doing well right now. But wealth and success don’t last. And what comes next, nobody knows. I will know whether you were successful and happy after you die.’
Croesus thought Solon was a senile idiot and sent him home. Then he went back to enjoying his life.
2) Croesus the miserable
He fell from happiness in stages.
It started with a bad dream. In it, one of his two sons, his favorite, was killed by an iron weapon. Croesus immediately banned all iron weapons and tools from his palace. But his son soon got bored and went with his friends into the woods for a boar hunt. They cornered the boar and one man hurled a spear. It missed the boar and killed the prince. Croesus was devastated.
But he still had his kingdom, his wealth and another son, even though that son was mute. Even so, that was a lot to be happy about.
At this time, Persia was a rising empire in the east, and Croesus wanted to know his future. So he asked the oracle of Apollo some questions:
- Will my surviving son ever speak? Answer: ‘You will rue the day when he speaks.’
- Should I launch a preemptive war against the Persians? Answer: ‘If you march, a great kingdom will be destroyed.’
- How long will I rule? Answer: ‘Until a mule rules over Persia.’
Apollo, you see, always said enough to be interesting and not enough to be helpful. (Ask Oedipus.) Croesus couldn’t figure out the bit about his son at all. He loved the second answer, since he was apparently fated to destroy the Persian kingdom. And he liked the third answer, since the Persians, as far as he knew, did not obey mules.
Off he went to war. The Persians won and stormed Croesus’ city, Sardis. A great kingdom was destroyed.
As the Persian soldiers were running through the streets to slaughter, Croesus took his son by the hand and ran for his life. One Persian grabbed Croesus and flashed his blade. Suddenly the mute boy screamed: “Do not kill him, for this is Croesus, king of the Lydians.” You will rue the day when he speaks.
So Cyrus, the Persian ruler, had Croesus, his defeated enemy, brought before him. Cyrus was half Mede, half Persian–a mutt. A mule.
A pyre was built, and Cyrus took his throne to watch the spectacle. Croesus was about to be burnt alive. The flames were already licking his feet.
3) Croesus the wise
Death was near, and Croesus suddenly thought of Solon. He started moaning:
“Solon, Solon, Solon!” “Solon, Solon, Solon!”
Cyrus sat up. What was this man muttering? This was not the name of a god. Just then it started raining. Cyrus looked up. Whatever Croesus was muttering seemed to be effective.
“Stop the fire. Bring him down. I want to ask him a question!”
Croesus was brought before Cyrus.
Cyrus: “Tell me what you were moaning.”
Croesus: “Solon, sire. He was a man who offered me wisdom and I spurned it.”
Cyrus: “What wisdom is that?”
Croesus: “He said to count nobody happy until the end is known.”
Cyrus [thoughtful, empathetic, reflective]: “You may have spurned Solon then, but you seem to be a wise man now. I would be foolish to be the one spurning the wisdom now. I will let you live. I want you to be my adviser.”
9 thoughts on “Croesus learns about success and happiness”
Thank you for this story this morning.
Andreas – my understanding is that your Mother tongue has a proverb that warns against “praising the day before evening”.
Cheri – jumping threads – seems Mother Nature has made “blinguists” of us all…
My god, Jag, you are upstaging me. Yes: Den Tag nicht vor dem Abend loben.
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At last a title that gives me a shot at the mass market!!!
Incidentally, I once thought of an essay/book “deconstructing” my spam filter. It’s tedious, of course, to clean it out. But just imagine: Just as we just found the sociological detritus of our ancestors 35,000 years ago, future generations will one day unearth a hard disc with our spam and extrapolate from it to what our society valued: huge penises, permanent erections, cheap drugs, easy mortgages, and some goddess named Angelina Jolie….
I am not interested in Angelina Jolie, just for the official record.
I thought this article was interesting in light of the (more nuanced) discussion of success and failure on this blog. Would Hannibal have been a good commencement speaker?
I think Hannibal AND Scipio would have been fantastic commencement speakers.
That’s a great link, Vincent. There really are too few “failures” among commencement speakers. The closest seem to be people who succeeded wildly after they failed and lived to tell the tale, such as Steve Jobs and JK Rowling.