Myris: Alexandria, A.D. 340 | Onassis Foundation
WE USE TOOLS SUCH AS COOKIES, IN ORDER TO OFFER YOU A PERSONALIZED EXPERIENCE, TO ANALYZE OUR WEBSITE TRAFFIC, AS WELL AS FOR COMMERCIAL USE BY US AND OUR PARTNERS. When I heard the terrible news, that Myris was dead, I went to his house, although I avoid going to the houses of Christians, especially during times of mourning or festivity. I stood in the corridor. I didn’t want to go further inside because I noticed that the relatives of the deceased looked at me with obvious surprise and displeasure. They had him in a large room, and from the corner where I stood I could catch a glimpse of it: all precious carpets, and vessels in silver and gold. I stood and wept in a corner of the corridor. And I thought how our parties and excursions would no longer be worthwhile without Myris; and I thought how I’d no longer see him at our wonderfully indecent night-long sessions enjoying himself, laughing, and reciting verses with his perfect feel for Greek rhythm; and I thought how I’d lost