the way, and I swear, by Hercules, never did I have to traverse such a horrid way."
"Put questions, friend Elpidias! The question of one who seeks knowledge brings forth answers and produces conversation."
Elpidias maintained silence for a moment, and then, after he had collected his thoughts, asked:
"Yes, this is what I wanted to say—tell me, my poor Socrates, did they at least give you a good burial?"
"I must confess, friend Elpidias, I cannot satisfy your curiosity."
"I understand, my poor Socrates, it doesn't help you cut a figure. Now with me it was so different! Oh, how they buried me, how magnificently they buried me, my poor fellow-wanderer! I still think with great pleasure of those lovely moments after my death. First they washed me and sprinkled me with well-smelling balsam. Then my faithful Larissa dressed me in garments of the finest weave. The best mourning-women of the city tore their hair from their heads because they had been promised good pay, and in the family vault they placed an amphora—a crater with beautiful, decorated handles of bronze, and, besides, a vial"
"Stay, friend Elpidias. I am convinced that the faithful Larissa converted her love into several minas. Yet"
"Exactly ten minas and four drachmas, not counting the drinks for the guests. I hardly think that the richest tanner can come before the souls of his ancestors and boast of such respect on the part of the living."
"Friend Elpidias, don't you think that money would have been of more use to the poor people who are still alive in Athens than to you at this moment?"
"Admit, Socrates, you are speaking in envy," responded Elpidias, pained. "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
