From the Education of Cyrus
“ … we remember to what a pitch of perfection the other
crafts are brought in great communities, … In a small city
the same man must make beds and chairs and ploughs and tables, and
often build houses as well; and indeed he will be only too glad if he
can find enough employers in all trades to keep him. Now it is
impossible that a single man working at a dozen crafts can do them all
well; but in the great cities, owing to the wide demand for each
particular thing, a single craft will suffice for a means of
livelihood, and often enough even a single department of that; there
are shoe-makers who will only make sandals for men and others only for
women. Or one artisan will get his living merely by stitching shoes,
another by cutting them out, a third by shaping the upper leathers, and
a fourth will do nothing but fit the parts together. Necessarily the
man who spends all his time and trouble on the smallest task will do
that task the best.”
From Oikonomikos
[Xenophon understood Oikonomikos to mean the science
or art of estate management, that is of establishing rules, nomoi, for an
estate, oikos.
Like Plato, he set down his ideas as a dialog between
Socrates and a student.]
I once heard him discuss the
subject of estate management in the following manner.
"Tell me, Critobulus, is estate management the name
of a branch of knowledge, like medicine, smithing and
carpentry?"
"I think
so," replied Critobulus.
"And can we say what the function of
estate management is, just as we can say what is the function of each
of these arts?"
"Well, I suppose that the
business of a good estate manager is to manage his own estate
well."
"Yes, and in case he were put in charge
of another man's estate, could he not, if he chose, manage it as well
as he manages his own? Anyone who understands carpentry can do for
another exactly the same work as he does for himself; and so, I
presume, can a good estate manager."
"I think so, Socrates."
"Is it possible, then, for one who
understands this art, even if he has no property of his own, to earn
money by managing another man's estate, just as he might do by building
him a house?"
"Yes, of course; and he
would get a good salary if, after taking over an estate, he continued
to pay all outgoings, and to increase the estate by showing a
balance."
"But what do we mean now
by an estate? Is
it the same thing as a house, or is all property that one possesses
outside the house also part of the estate?"
"Well, I think that even
if the property is situated in different cities, everything a man
possesses is part of his estate."
"Do not some men possess
enemies?"
"Of course; some in fact
possess many."
"Shall we include their
enemies in their possessions?"
"It would be ridiculous,
surely, if one actually received a salary for increasing the number of
a man's enemies!"
"Because, you know, we supposed a man's
estate to be the same as his property."
"To be sure--meaning
thereby the good things that he possesses. No, of course I don't call
any bad thing that he may possess property."
"You seem to use the word
property of whatever is profitable to its owner."
"Certainly; but what is
harmful I regard as loss rather than wealth."
"Yes, and consequently if a man
buys a
horse and doesn't know how to manage it, and so keeps on getting thrown
and injuring himself by trying to ride it, the horse is not wealth to
him, I presume?"
"No, if we assume that
wealth is a good thing."
"It follows that land is
not wealth either to a man who works it in such a way that his work
results in loss."
"To be sure: even land is
not wealth if it makes us starve instead of supporting
us."
"And the same will hold good of sheep,
will it not? if a man loses through ignorance of sheep farming, his
sheep too will not be wealth to him?"
"I think
not."
"It seems, then, that
your view is this: what is profitable is wealth, what is harmful is not
wealth."
"Quite
so."
"That is to say, the same things are
wealth and not wealth, according as one understands or does not
understand how to use them. A flute, for example, is wealth to one who
is competent to play it, but to an incompetent person it is no better
than useless stones."
"True--unless he sells
it."
"We now see that to persons who don't
understand its use, a flute is wealth if they sell it, but not wealth
if they keep it instead of selling."
"Yes, Socrates, and our argument runs
consistently, since we have said that what is profitable is wealth. For
a flute, if not put up for sale, is not wealth, because it is useless:
if put up for sale it becomes wealth."
"Yes," commented Socrates, "provided he
knows how to sell;
but
again, in case he sells it for something he doesn't know how to use,
even then the sale doesn't convert it into wealth, according to
you."
"You imply, Socrates, that even money isn't wealth to
one who doesn't know how to use it."
"And you, I think, agree with me to this
extent, that wealth is that from which a man can derive profit. At any
rate, if a man uses his money to buy a mistress who makes him worse off
in body and soul and estate, how can his money be profitable to him
then?"
"By no means, unless we
are ready to maintain that the weed called nightshade, which drives you
mad if you eat it, is wealth."
"Then money is to be kept at a distance,
Critobulus, if one doesn't know how to
use it, and not to be included in wealth. But how about friends? If one
knows how to make use of them so as to profit by them, what are they to
be called?"
"Wealth, of course, and
much more so than cattle, if it be true that they are more profitable
than cattle."
"Yes, and it follows from what you say
that enemies too are wealth to anyone who can derive profit from
them."
"Well, that is my
opinion."
"Consequently it is the
business of a good estate manager to know how to deal with enemies so
as to derive profit from them too."
"Most
decidedly."
"In fact, Critobulus, you cannot fail to notice
that many private persons have been indebted to war for the increase of
their estates, and many princes too."
"Yes, so far so good, Socrates. But
sometimes we come across
persons possessed of knowledge and means whereby they can increase
their estates if they work, and we find that they are unwilling to do
so; and consequently we see that their knowledge profits them nothing.
What are we to make of that? In these cases, surely, neither their
knowledge nor their property is wealth?"
...
"For it is not easy to get workmen who are skilled in all the arts,
nor is it possible to become an expert in them. Pray select the
branches of knowledge that seem the noblest and would be most suitable
for me to cultivate: show me these, and those who practise them; and
give me from your own knowledge any help you can towards learning
them."
"Very good, Critobulus;
for, to be sure, the illiberal arts, as they are called, are spoken
against, and are, naturally enough, held in utter disdain in our
states. For they spoil the bodies of the workmen and the foremen,
forcing them to sit still and live indoors, and in some cases to spend
the day at the fire. The softening of the body involves a serious
weakening of the mind. Moreover,
these
so-called illiberal arts leave no spare time for attention to one's
friends and city, so that those who follow them are reputed bad at
dealing with friends
and bad defenders of their country. In fact, in some of the states, and
especially in those reputed warlike, it is not even lawful for any of
the citizens to work at illiberal arts."
"But what arts, pray, do you
advise us to follow, Socrates?"
"Need we be ashamed of imitating the king of the Persians?
For they say that he pays close attention to husbandry and the art of
war, holding that these are two of the noblest and most necessary
pursuits."
...
"Now I tell you this," continued Socrates,
"because even the wealthiest
cannot hold aloof from husbandry. For
the pursuit of it is in some sense a luxury as well as a means of
increasing one's estate and of training the body in all that a free man
should be able to do. For,
in the first
place, the earth yields to cultivators the food by which men live; she
yields besides the luxuries they enjoy. Secondly,
she supplies all the things with which they decorate altars and statues
and themselves, along with most pleasant sights and scents. Thirdly,
she produces or feeds the ingredients of many delicate dishes; for the
art of breeding stock is closely linked with husbandry; so that men
have victims for propitiating the gods with sacrifice and cattle for
their own use. And
though she supplies
good things in abundance, she suffers them not to be won without toil,
but accustoms men to endure winter's cold and summer's heat. She gives
increased strength through exercise to the men that labour with their
own hands, and hardens the overseers of the work by rousing them early
and forcing them to move about briskly. For on a farm no less than in a
town the most important operations have their fixed times. Again,
if a man wants to serve in the cavalry, farming is his most efficient
partner in furnishing keep for his horse; if on foot, it makes his body
brisk. And the land helps in some measure to arouse a liking for the
toil of hunting, since it affords facilities for keeping hounds and at
the same time supplies food for the wild game that preys on the land. And
if husbandry benefits horses and hounds, they benefit the farm no less,
the horses by carrying the overseer early to the scene of his duties
and enabling him to leave it late, the hounds by keeping the wild
animals from injuring crops and sheep, and by helping to give safety to
solitude. The
land also stimulates
armed protection of the country on the part of the husbandmen, by
nourishing her crops in the open for the strongest to take. And
what art produces better runners, throwers and jumpers than husbandry?
What art rewards the labourer more generously? What art welcomes her
follower more gladly, inviting him to come and take whatever he wants?
What art entertains strangers more generously? Where
is there greater facility for passing the winter comforted by generous
fire and warm baths, than on a farm? Where is it pleasanter to spend
the summer enjoying the cool waters and breezes and shade, than in the
country? What
other art yields more seemly first-fruits
for the gods, or gives occasion for more crowded festivals? What art is
dearer to servants, or pleasanter to a wife, or more delightful to
children, or more agreeable to friends? To
me indeed it seems strange, if any free man has come by a possession
pleasanter than this, or has found out an occupation pleasanter than
this or more useful for winning a livelihood.
"Yet again, the earth willingly
teaches righteousness to those who can learn; for the better she is
served, the more good things she gives in return. And
if haply those who are occupied in farming, and are receiving a
rigorous and manly teaching, are forced at any time to quit their lands
by great armies, they, as men well-found in mind and in body, can enter
the country of those who hinder them, and take sufficient for their
support. Often in time of war it is safer to go armed in search of food
than to gather it with farming implements.
"Moreover, husbandry helps to train men for
corporate effort. For men
are essential to an expedition against an enemy, and the cultivation of
the soil demands the aid of men. ] Therefore
nobody can be a good farmer unless he makes his labourers both eager
and obedient; and the captain who leads men against an enemy must
contrive to secure the same results by rewarding those who act as brave
men should act and punishing the disobedient.
And
it is no less necessary for a farmer to encourage his labourers often,
than for a general to encourage his men. And slaves need the stimulus
of good hopes no less, nay, even more than free men, to make them
steadfast. It
has been nobly said that
husbandry is the mother and nurse of the other arts. For when husbandry
flourishes, all the other arts are in good fettle; but whenever the
land is compelled to lie waste, the other arts of landsmen and mariners
alike well-nigh perish."
...
"... do not hesitate to give me any good advice you can:
unless,
indeed, you have made up your mind that we are rich enough already,
Socrates, and think we have no need of
more money?" .
"Oh, if you mean to include me, I certainly
think I have no need of
more money and am rich enough. But you seem to me to be quite poor,
Critobulus, and at times, I assure you, I
feel quite sorry for you."
"And how much, pray," asked Critobulus,
laughing, "would your
property fetch at a sale, do you suppose, Socrates, and how much would
mine?"
"Well,
if I found a good buyer, I think the whole of my goods and chattels,
including the house, might readily sell for five minae. Yours, I
feel sure, would fetch more than a hundred times that sum."
"And in spite of that estimate, you really
think you have no need of money and pity me for my poverty?"
"Yes,
because my property is sufficient to satisfy my wants, but I don't
think you would have enough to keep up the style you are living in and
to support your reputation, even if your fortune were three times what
it is."
"How can that be?" exclaimed Critobulus.
"Because, in the first place," explained Socrates, "I notice
that you are bound to
offer many large sacrifices; else, I
fancy, you would get into trouble with gods and men alike. Secondly, it
is your duty to entertain many strangers, on a generous scale too.
Thirdly, you have to give dinners and play the benefactor to the
citizens, or you lose your following.
Moreover,
I observe that already the state is exacting heavy contributions from
you: you must needs keep horses, pay for choruses and gymnastic
competitions, and accept presidencies;
and if war breaks out, I know they will require you to maintain a ship
and pay taxes that will nearly crush you. Whenever you seem to fall
short of what is expected of you, the Athenians will certainly punish
you as
though they had caught you robbing them. Besides
all this, I notice that you imagine yourself to be a rich man; you are
indifferent to money, and yet go courting minions, as though the cost
were nothing to you. And that is why I pity you, and fear that you may
come to grief and find yourself reduced to penury. Now,
if I ran short of money, no doubt you know as well as I do that I
should not lack helpers who would need to contribute very little to
fill my cup to overflowing. But your friends, though far better
supplied with means to support their establishment than you, yet look
to receive help from you."
"I cannot dispute this, Socrates," said
Critobulus, "but it is time for you to
take me in hand, and see that I don't become a real object of pity."
At this Socrates exclaimed, "What, don't you
think it strange, Critobulus,
that a little while ago, when I said I was rich, you laughed at me, as
though I did not even know the meaning of riches, and would not cease
until you had proved me wrong and made me own that my possessions were
less than one-hundredth part of yours, and yet now you bid me take you
in hand and see that you don't become in literal truth a poor man?"
"Well, Socrates,
I see that you understand one process by which wealth is created--how
to create a balance. So a man who saves on a small income can, I
suppose, very easily show a large surplus with a large one."
"Then don't you remember saying
just now in our conversation, when
you wouldn't give me leave to utter a syllable, that if a man doesn't
know how to manage horses, his horses are not wealth to him, nor his
land, sheep, money or anything else, if he doesn't know how to manage
them? Now these are the sources from which income is derived: and how
do you suppose that I can possibly know how to manage any of these
things, seeing that I never yet possessed any one of them?"
"Still we held that, even if a man happens
to have no wealth, there
is such a thing as a science of household management. Then what reason
is there why you should not know it?"
...
"Well now, we thought that estate
management is the
name of a branch of knowledge, and this knowledge appeared to be that
by which men can increase estates, and an estate appeared to be
identical with the total of one's property, and we said that property
is that which is useful for supplying a livelihood, and useful things
turned out to be all those things that one knows how to use. Now
we thought that it is impossible to learn all the sciences, and we
agreed with our states in rejecting the so-called illiberal arts,
because they seem to spoil the body and unnerve the mind. We
said that the clearest proof of this would be forthcoming, if
in the course
of a hostile invasion the husbandmen and craftsmen were made to sit
apart, and each group were asked whether they voted for defending the
country or withdrawing from the open and guarding the
fortresses. We
thought that in these circumstances the men who have to do with the
land would give their vote for defending it, the craftsmen for not
fighting, but sitting still, as they have been brought up to do, aloof
from toil and danger. We
came to the
conclusion that for a gentleman the best occupation and the best
science is husbandry, from which men obtain what is necessary to them. For
this occupation seemed to be the easiest to learn and the pleasantest
to work at, to give to the body the greatest measure of strength and
beauty, and to leave to the mind the greatest amount of spare time for
attending to the interests of one's friends and city. Moreover,
since the crops grow and the cattle on a farm graze outside the walls,
husbandry seemed to us to help in some measure to make the workers
valiant. And so this way of making a living appeared to be held in the
highest estimation by our states, because it seems to turn out the best
citizens and most loyal to the community."
"I have already heard enough, I think,
Socrates,
to convince me that it is in the highest degree honourable, good and
pleasant to get a living by husbandry. But you told me that you have
discovered the reasons why some farmers are so successful that
husbandry yields them all they need in abundance, and others are so
inefficient that they find farming unprofitable. I should like to hear
the reasons in each case, in order that we may do what is good and
avoid what is harmful."
Well then, Critobulus,
I propose to give you a complete account of an interview I once had
with a man whom I took to be really one of those who are justly styled
'gentlemen.'
[From this point Socrates reports to Critobulus an earlier confersation
with Ischomachus. This report includes the most widely read part of
Oikonomikos, Ischomachus' report of his wife's role in his estate,
something of an ideal of womanhood in this historic context. Since it
is widely available it will not be repeated here.]
"So, happening one day to see him sitting
in the cloister of the temple of Zeus Eleutherius apparently at
leisure, I
approached, and sitting down at his side, said:
"'Why sitting still, Ischomachus?
You are not much in the habit of doing nothing; for generally when I
see you in the market-place you are either busy or at least not wholly
idle.'
"'True, and you would not have seen me so
now, Socrates, had I not made an appointment
with some strangers here.'
"'Pray
where do you spend your time,' said I, 'and what do you do when you
are not engaged in some such occupation? For I want very much to learn
how you came to be called a gentleman, since you do not pass your time
indoors, and your condition does not suggest that you do so.'
[Ischomachus reports his methods of managing his farms, including
agricultural as well as marital detail. Here is a brief sample:]
"'Once I had an opportunity of looking over
the great Phoenician merchantman, Socrates,
and I thought I had never seen tackle so excellently and accurately
arranged. For I never saw so many bits of stuff packed away separately
in so small a receptacle. As
you
know, a ship needs a great quantity of wooden and corded implements
when she comes into port or puts to sea, much rigging, as it is called,
when she sails, many contrivances to protect her against enemy vessels;
she carries a large supply of arms for the men, and contains a set of
household utensils for each mess. In addition to all this, she is laden
with cargo which the skipper carries for profit. And
all the things I mention were contained in a chamber of little more
than a hundred square cubits.
And I noticed that each kind of thing was so neatly stowed away that
there was no confusion, no work for a searcher, nothing out of place,
no troublesome untying to cause delay when anything was wanted for
immediate use. I
found that the
steersman's servant, who is called the mate, knows each particular
section so exactly, that he can tell even when away where everything is
kept and how much there is of it, just as well as a man who knows how
to spell can tell how many letters there are in Socrates and in what
order they come. Now
I saw
this man in his spare time inspecting all the stores that are wanted,
as a matter of course, in the ship.
I was surprised to see him looking over them, and asked what he was
doing. "Sir," he answered, "I am looking to see how the ship's
tackle is stored, in case of accident, or whether anything is missing
or mixed up with other stuff. For
when God sends a storm at sea, there's no time to search about for what
you want or to serve it out if it's in a muddle. For God threatens and
punishes careless fellows, and you're lucky if he merely refrains from
destroying the innocent; and if he saves you when you do your work
well, you have much cause to thank heaven."
...
"'But perhaps I am keeping you, Ischomachus,' I continued,
'and you want
to get away now?'
"'Oh no, Socrates,' he answered; 'I should not
think of going before the market empties.'
"'To be sure,' I continued; 'you
take the utmost care not to
forfeit your right to be called a gentleman! For I daresay there are
many things claiming your attention now; but, as you have made an
appointment with those strangers, you are determined not to break it.'
"'But I assure you, Socrates, I am not neglecting the matters
you refer to, either; for I keep bailiff's on my farms.'
"'And when you want a bailiff, Ischomachus,
do you look out for a man qualified for such a post, and then try to
buy him--when you want a builder, I feel sure you inquire for a
qualified man and try to get him--or do you train your bailiff's
yourself?'
"'Of course I try to train them myself, Socrates.
For the man has to be capable of taking charge in my absence; so why
need he know anything but what I know myself? For if I am fit to manage
the farm, I presume I can teach another man what I know myself.'
...
"'Why, Socrates,
farming is not troublesome to learn, like other arts, which the pupil
must study till he is worn out before he can earn his keep by his work.
Some things you can understand by watching men at work, others by just
being told, well enough to teach another if you wish. And I believe
that you know a good deal about it yourself, without being aware of the
fact. The
truth is that, whereas
other artists conceal more or less the most important points in their
own art, the farmer who plants best is most pleased when he is being
watched, so is he who sows best. Question him about any piece of work
well done: and he will tell you exactly how he did it. So
farming, Socrates, more than any other calling,
seems to produce a generous disposition in its followers.'
...
"'Well, Socrates,
it seems you are capable of teaching the quickest way of cleaning
corn.'
"... and so I have been thinking for some time whether my
knowledge extends to smelting gold, playing the flute, and painting
pictures. For I have never been taught these things any more than I
have been taught farming; but I have watched men working at these arts,
just as I have watched them farming.'
"'And didn't I tell you just now that
farming is the noblest art
for this among other reasons, because it is the easiest to learn?'
"'Enough, Ischomachus; I know. I understood about
sowing, it seems, but I wasn't aware that I understood.'"
...
"'Of course there is nothing in what you have said that I
don't know, Ischomachus.
But I am again set thinking what can have made me answer 'No' to
the question you put to me a while ago, when you asked me briefly, Did
I understand planting? For I thought I should have nothing to say about
the right method of planting. But now that you have undertaken to
question me in particular, my answers, you tell me, agree exactly with
the views of a farmer so famous for his skill as yourself! Can it be
that questioning is a kind of teaching, Ischomachus?
The fact is, I have just discovered the plan of your series of
questions! You lead me by paths of knowledge familiar to me, point out
things like what I know, and bring me to think that I really know
things that I thought I had no knowledge of.'
"'Now suppose I questioned you about
money,' said Ischomachus, 'whether it is good or bad,
could I persuade you that you know how to
distinguish good from false by test? And by putting questions about
flute-players could I convince you that
you understand flute-playing; and by means of questions about painters
and other artists--'
"'You
might, since you have convinced me that I understand agriculture,
though I know that I have never been taught this art.'
"'No, it isn't so, Socrates. I
told you a while ago that agriculture is such a humane, gentle art that
you have but to see her and listen to her, and she at once makes you
understand her. She
herself gives you
many lessons in the best way of treating her. For instance, the vine
climbs the nearest tree, and so teaches you that she wants support. And
when her clusters are yet tender, she spreads her leaves about them,
and teaches you to shade the exposed parts from the sun's rays during
that period. But
when it is now time
for her grapes to be sweetened by the sun, she sheds her leaves,
teaching you to strip her and ripen her fruit. And thanks to her
teeming fertility, she shows some mellow clusters while she carries
others yet sour, so saying to you: Pluck my grapes as men pluck
figs,--choose the luscious ones as they come.'"
...
"'I assure you, Socrates, no Athenian, I believe, had
such a strong natural love of agriculture as my father.'
"Now on hearing this I asked, 'Did your father keep all the
farms that he cultivated, Ischomachus, or did he sell when he could
get a good price?'
"'He sold, of course,' answered Ischomachus, 'but, you see,
owing to his
industrious habits, he would promptly buy another that was out of
cultivation.'
"'You mean, Ischomachus,
that your father really loved agriculture as intensely as merchants
love corn. So deep is their love of corn that on receiving reports that
it is abundant anywhere, merchants will voyage in quest of it: they
will cross the Aegean, the Euxine, the Sicilian sea;
and
when they have got as much as possible, they carry it over the sea, and
they actually stow it in the very ship in which they sail themselves.
And when they want money, they don't throw the corn away anywhere at
haphazard, but they carry it to the place where they hear that corn is
most valued and the people prize it most highly, and deliver it to them
there. Yes, your father's love of agriculture seems to be something
like that.'
"'You're joking, Socrates,'
rejoined Ischomachus; 'but I hold that a man has a
no less genuine love of building who
sells his houses as soon as they are finished and proceeds to build
others.'
"'Of course; and I declare, Ischomachus, on my oath that I
believe
you, that all men naturally love whatever they think will bring them
profit.'"