the Young Men’s Cyrenaic Association pool
“What?”
“Are you free then?”
“Of course.”
“Come swimming with me.”
“It’s January.”
“What better time?”
“True. Of course.”
They met up where they’d left off, and the Hedonist led the Cynic to the local Y, to which he had a key to the back door.
They undressed in the locker room and swam naked in the - to Diogenes’ apparent disgust - heated pool.
Aristippos climbed out first. “Swim a little more,” he said to his friend. “I want to shower before I dress. And you won’t.”
“No,” Diogenes agreed because he was free never to shower.
As was Aristippos. So he simply dried off, then put on Diogenes’ clothes, the torn t-shirt, the ragged, itchy sweater, the cargo pants and crocs. He stuck his head back into the pool area. “I’ll wait for you outside,” he told the free man.
Fewer than ten minutes later, Diogenes emerged, naked, Aristippos’ soft slacks, soft shirt, and soft sweater, his soft pea-coat, his soft socks and comfortable shoes in his hands.
“What am I to do with these?” he roared. “Give me back my clothes.”
“Wear them,” Aristippos said. “Or are you not free to appear comfortable?”
06.06.18
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