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Socrates, come lay with me on the golden steps of posterity and I will feed you grapes with hungry hands as you embrace your burden. Socrates, ask me again what justice is and I will go to the ground and place my head beneath your sandal; what beauty, and I will bare a brown breast; what good, and I will kiss your mouth; what love, and I will draw the life from my white wrists and paint with it your words; Socrates, ask what truth, and I will smile. Discuss this article |
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