a pony named Aristotle

I’d never heard the myth of Phyllis & Aristotle before but was prompted to research it after a friend sent me a picture of this aquamanile from the collection @ the Met. Always a sucker for ponies, humiliation and bad behavior, this strikes some kind of chord with me so I’m posting it as a source of inspiration.

He chased her like a dog so she rode him like a pony.

Once upon a time, Aristotle taught Alexander that he should restrain himself from frequently approaching his wife, who was very beautiful, lest he should impede his spirit from seeking the general good. Alexander acquiesed to him. The queen, when she perceived this and was upset, began to draw Aristotle to love her. Many times she crossed paths with him alone, with bare feet and disheveled hair, so that she might entice him. 

 At last, being enticed, he began to solicit her carnally. She says, 

“This I will certainly not do, unless I see a sign of love, lest you be testing me. Therefore, come to my chamber crawling on hand and foot, in order to carry me like a horse. Then I’ll know that you aren’t deluding me.” 

When he had consented to that condition, she secretly told the matter to Alexander, who lying in wait apprehended him carrying the queen. When Alexander wished to kill Aristotle, in order to excuse himself, Aristotle says, 

If thus it happened to me, an old man most wise, that I was deceived by a woman, you can see that I taught you well, that it could happen to you, a young man.” 

Hearing that, the king spared him, and made progress in Aristotle’s teachings.  

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