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The  Epicureans  had  such  an  account  and  it  actually  has 
some  attraction.  Specifically,  they  claimed  that  the  good 
life consists in living with freedom from pain (aponia) and 
freedom from anxiety (ataraxia). They believed that achiev-
ing aponia and especially ataraxia (which we might translate 
as  tranquility)  for  as  long  as  we  are  alive  and  conscious, 
is the highest level of human happiness, and that many of 
our strivings and concerns actually frustrate our happiness.
Such propositions can be found in Epicurean documents such 
as the Letter to Menoeceus and, particularly, the Key Doctrines 
(149150). [2] The Roman poet Lucretius, the greatest of 
Epicurus followers, argues in detail in his masterful De Rerum 
Natura  that our lives are blighted whenever we strive after 
goals that are inconsistent with ataraxia (p 151153). [4]
If  we  could  accept  these  more  general  Epicurean  views, 
we  might  well  limit  the  classes  of  genuine  misfortune  and 
we might conclude that a combination of the strategies that 
I  explained  above  could  protect  the  spirit  of  The  Basic 
Epicurean Argument against any possible counterexample to 
P1. This is because, according to the Epicurean conception of 
happiness, any genuine misfortune must be something that 
can interfere with our tranquility while we are alive. Death 
itself does not do so  though fearing it does  so death itself 
is not a misfortune. To an Epicurean, then, death is not a bad 
thing.
On the other hand, this analysis suggests that The Basic 
Epicurean Argument can be successfully defended only if we 
accept general Epicurean views about the nature of happiness. 
These would require us to jettison many of our commonsense 
ideas; such as that it is a misfortune to be despised by others 
(even if we are blissfully ignorant).
It appears to me that there is more truth to the Epicurean 
view of happiness than is usually acknowledged. There does 
actually seem to be a limit to our happiness, and we do seem