I assure you, judges, that he does not: for he says that the sun is stone, and the moon earth.
Friend Meletus, you think that you are accusing Anaxagoras: and you have but a bad opinion of the judges, if you fancy them illiterate to such a degree as not to know that these doctrines are found in the books of Anaxagoras the Clazomenian, which are full of them.
I began to employ in my own work the archaic words that I fancied most, which was futile and foolish enough, and I formed a preference for the simpler Anglo-Saxon woof of our speech, which was not so bad.
The frivolous ingenuity which wasted itself in this exercise happily could not hold out long, and in verse it was pretty well helpless from the beginning.
Far otherwise; if he did would not
be the simple, amusing creature which he is.
SOCRATES: But I do not
think that the ship will be here until to-morrow; this I infer from a vision which I had last night, or rather only just now, when you fortunately allowed me to sleep.
"I hope I am not
less so now," she replied, very feelingly; "but indeed I cannot go.
I add this condition because, if that to which they are related is stated as haphazard and not
accurately, the two are not
found to be interdependent.
SOCRATES: And if I went on to say: That is what I desire to know, Meno; tell me what is the quality in which they do not
differ, but are all alike;--would you be able to answer?
A prince does not
spend much on colonies, for with little or no expense he can send them out and keep them there, and he offends a minority only of the citizens from whom he takes lands and houses to give them to the new inhabitants; and those whom he offends, remaining poor and scattered, are never able to injure him; whilst the rest being uninjured are easily kept quiet, and at the same time are anxious not
to err for fear it should happen to them as it has to those who have been despoiled.
"It in another climate, so he said, "Bore a bright golden flower, but not
i' this soil!"(pauses -- turns over some leaves, and resumes) "No lingering winters there, nor snow, nor shower -- "But Ocean ever to refresh mankind "Breathes the shrill spirit of the western wind." O, beautiful!- most beautiful -- how like To what my fevered soul doth dream of Heaven!
The mass of men serve the state thus, not
as men mainly, but as machines, with their bodies.