‘But if, when you have got your wings, you know not how to fly with them: what then?’
‘I would do still more for you if you will teach me how to use them.’
‘But if the way to use them is so difficult it would take you days and nights to learn it, and require you to give up many things you love, and make you work and toil to get this learning, could you do all that, think you?’
‘Indeed I do, if it be not too hard for me to learn.’
‘Which, now, gives you greater pleasure to look upon—Perikles’ marble statue of Apollo, or a heap of dirt?’
‘Why, how could it be but to look upon the statue, Sokrates?’
‘And you would rather gaze on Aspasia’s face than on the wrinkled skin of your old paidagogos?’
‘Of course I would.’
‘Then tell me, is it not because in Aspasia’s face and in the statue of Apollo you see more beauty than in Zopyros or in the dirt?’
‘Yes, by Zeus, it is!’