You’d think Diagoras would lie low after that. But not long after his release, he’s described chopping up a wooden statue of Hercules and throwing it in his cooking fire. “Cooking my turnips will be his thirteenth labor!” he laughs to his horrified friends.
When he reveals the secret rituals of the Greek Eleusinian mystery religion — which takes a bit of air out of the “mystery” part — the Athenian authorities announce a reward — one piece of silver for his death or two for his capture.
Diagoras flees to Corinth, where he lives out his life and dies, to everyone’s surprise, in bed.
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