Some one, perhaps, has offered you an insult; was it any greater than the one Diogenes, the Stoic philosopher, suffered, who at the very time he was discoursing upon anger was spat upon by a shameless youth. Yet he bore this calmly and wisely. “Really, I am not angry,” he said, “but nevertheless am not sure but that I ought to be angry.” Yet how much better the course of our own Cato! For when he was pleading a case, Lentulus, that factious and unruly man who lingers in the memory of our fathers, gathering as much thick saliva as he could, spat it full upon the middle of Cato’s forehead. But he wiped it off his face and said, “To all who affirm that you have no cheek,19 Lentulus, I’ll swear that they are mistaken.”