BOOK I
Then said he, his mind often went fearing and searching out various and rare things, and most of all about himself—what[1] he was; whether his mind and his soul were mortal and perishable, or ever-living and eternal; and again, about his God, what He was, and of what nature He was; and what good it were best for him to do, and what evil best to forsake. Then answered me something, I know not what, whether myself or another thing; nor know I whether it was within me or without; but this one thing I most truly know, that it was my Reason; and it said to me:
Reason. If thou have any good stewart that can well hold that which thou gettest and committest unto him, show him to me; but if thou have none so prudent, search till thou find him; for thou canst not both always keep watch and ward over that which thou hast gained, and also get more.
Augustine. To what shall I commit what more I get, if not to my memory?
R. Is thy memory powerful enough to hold all things that thou thinkest out and bidst it to hold?
A. Nay, nay; neither mine nor any man's is so strong that it can hold everything that is committed to it.
R. Then commit it to words and write it down. Howbeit methinks thou art too feeble to write it all; and though thou wert entirely sound, thou wouldst need to have a place retired and void of everything else, and a few wise and skilful men with thee who would hinder thee in no wise, but give aid to thy ability.
A. I have none of these, neither the leisure, nor the help of other men, nor a place retired to suit me for such work; therefore I know not what I shall do.
- ↑ Passages in italics were added by Alfred to the original Latin.
