"I am sorry for you, unfortunate Socrates, although, between
ourselves, you really deserved your fate. I myself in the family
circle said more than once that an end ought to be put to your impious
doings, because--"
"Stay, friend, I thought you wanted to draw a conclusion, and I fear
you are straying from the straight path. Tell me, my good friend,
whither does your wavering thought tend?"
"I wanted to say that in my goodness I am sorry for you. A month ago I
myself spoke against you in the assembly, but truly none of us who
shouted so loud wanted such a great ill to befall you. Believe me, now
I am all the sorrier for you, unhappy philosopher!"
"I thank you. But tell me, my friend, do you perceive a brightness
before your eyes?"
"No, on the contrary such darkness lies before me that I must ask
myself whether this is not the misty region of Orcus."
"This way, therefore, is just as dark for you as for me?"
"Quite right."
"If I am not mistaken, you are even holding on to the folds of my
cloak?"
"Also true."
"Then we are in the same position? You see your ancestors are not
hastening to rejoice in the tale of your pompous burial.
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