Glaucon’s ears and at last Glaucon’s mind caught the statement of Theodorus and were pleased thereby. He turned from the praise-honey that Myrina would serve to the immediate feast.
“I love to hear,” said Hippodamus, “lovers speak of love, poets of poetry, physicians of healing, soldiers of soldiering, and legislators of the relations between states and among men.”
“Oh!” cried Lycias. “Glaucon is a lover, too.”
“Who is the youth?” asked Ion.
Laughter arose. “Ion is newly come to town—he does not know! Address your question, Ion, to Glaucon.”
“I will save him the trouble, Lycias,” said Glaucon. “Know, Ion, that I am like the barbarians and hold in hatred affection in that kind.”
“But say to Glaucon the word Myrina—”
“Who is Myrina?”
“Myrina is a woman.—Lysander the silent, have you seen the new colonnade by the temple of Æsculapius?”
“Knock! Knock!” quoth Lycias. “Doorkeeper and dog say ‘Not at home!’—Now, in the speech at the Prytaneum—Oh, here he is at home! Oh, voice from the Golden Age, discourse to us anew of Justice!”