Book 19
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The reply of a certain philosopher, when he was asked why he turned pale in a storm at sea.
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WE were sailing from Cassiopa A town in the north-eastern part of Corcyra, also called Cassiope. to Brundisium over the Ionian sea, violent, vast and storm-tossed. During almost the whole of the night which followed our first day a fierce side-wind blew, which had filled our ship with water. Then afterwards, while we were all still lamenting, and working hard at the pumps, day at last dawned. But there was no less danger and no slackening of the violence of the wind; on the contrary, more frequent whirlwinds, a black sky, masses of fog, and a kind of fearful cloud-forms, which they called typhones, Typhon, according to Hesiod, was a son of Typhoeus (see note on xvii. 10. 9) and father of the winds; but by later poets he was identified with Typhos or Typhoeus. His name was given to the violent storms called typhoons. or typhoons, seemed to hang over and threaten us, ready to overwhelm the ship.
