Psellos sent Sagmatas a delicious baby fish with an absurd name; to have Sagmatas' soul and body, he would forgo sweet tastes, sights, smells and music. He roused Psellos as a lover, playing hide and seek. When caught, he slipped through the sanctuary doors, hidden by the imperial curtain. Yet one may be bored with sex but not with spiritual friendship. He should stop for them to see each other, related souls excited by each other's presence. While Sagmatas went hunting, Psellos stayed indoors writing. It was not that he rejected doctrines which praised enjoyment without joining in. He did not believe in hunting, which was brutal, cold, muddy and full of meaningless shouts. Philosophy was loved by God, a light discipline of freedom from public pressures. Sagmatas and Psellos both loved the present - a bird caught on the wing or a thought siezed by a lofty mind. Could they not exchange game for letters?