Written circa 524, Boethius illustrates that often what we attribute to technology is simply human nature. Tell me this doesn't sound like a description of Twitter.
But you mortals—you do not know how to act honorably except in response to flitting vulgar favors and empty gossip; you have abandoned the excellence of your conscience and your virtue and demand your rewards from the idle chatter of outsiders. Hear now how wittily someone mocked the shallowness of this sort of presumption. Once one man upbraided and insulted another because the latter had clothed himself in the name of philosopher falsely: not because of his practice of true virtue but because of vainglory and pride. The one added, “Now I will know whether or not you are a philosopher if you endure the injustice I’ve done you mildly and with forbearance.” The other played at forbearance for a time, took the insult, then said with a taunt, “Now do you know that I am a philosopher?” The first snapped viciously and said, “I would have known it, had you kept your silence.”
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