“Will Rome do it?”
“Yes, but for another!”
“You know that Pericles’ great thought was a single Hellas—a union of all the Grecian States.”
“That was Pericles’ wish, but the will of the gods was otherwise. Alcibiades’ dream of Hellas governing the world is also great, but the dreams of the gods are greater.”
“What gain do you think comes to Athens from Cleon’s death?”
“None! After Cleon comes Anytos. Cleon is everlasting, for Cleon is the name of an idea.”
Protagoras, grown old and somewhat dull, appeared in the inner courtyard.
“There is Protagoras!”
“The Sophist! I do not like him,” said Aspasia. “He is a file who frets all will away; his endless hair-splitting robs one of all resolution.”
“You speak truly and rationally, Aspasia, and in an earlier age you would have sat upon the Pythoness’s tripod and prophesied. Like the priestess, you know not perhaps what you say, but a god speaks through you.”