Laced in the sandal, bound with even lengths
Of shoe-lace curved about his ankle-bones:
And neat the corselet of his weighty cloak.
And again:
A. Who’s that old fellow yonder, do you know?
B. He looks a Hellene, wears a mantle white,
A fair grey tunic, little soft felt hat,
A well-tuned[581] staff, in fact, to put it short,
’Tis like a glimpse of the “Academy.”[582]
Of Plato himself, as he walked up and down among his pupils, wrestling with intellectual difficulties, several pictures survive in literature. A character in Alexis[583] remarks to a friend who has come to visit him: