Oration to the Greeks 22

And what sort of things are your teachings? Who would not mock your public festivals, which are held in honor of wicked demons and bring people into disgrace? I have often seen a man (and seeing him I wondered, and after wondering I despised him) who is one thing inside and outside feigns to be what he is not: utterly effeminate, twisting himself in every direction, now flashing his eyes, now writhing his hands, raving behind a mask of clay, becoming now Aphrodite, now Apollo; a single accuser of all the gods, an epitome of superstition, a slanderer of heroic deeds, an actor of murders, a chronicler of adultery, a storehouse of madness, a teacher of catamites, an instigator of condemnations; and such a man is praised by all. But I have rejected him, liar in everything as he is: his godlessness, his practices, and the man himself. You, though, are carried off captive by these people, and you revile those who do not share in your pursuits. I have no wish to gape at a chorus of singers, and I will not be swept along in sympathy with a man who nods and gesticulates against nature. What wonderful or exceptional thing is done among you? They pipe obscenities through their noses, they make movements they should not, and your daughters and sons watch them teaching on the stage how to commit adultery. Fine indeed are your auditoriums, which proclaim everything wickedly done at night and delight their hearers with shameful words! Fine too are your lying poets, who deceive their hearers with their figures!