Theodorus. And in a little while, Socrates, you will owe me three times as many, when they have completed for you the
delineation of the
Statesman and of the Philosopher, as well as of the Sophist.
Soc. Sophist, statesman, philosopher! O my dear Theodorus, do my ears truly witness that this is the estimate formed of them by the great calculator and geometrician?
Theod. What do you mean, Socrates?
Soc. I mean that you rate them all at the same value, whereas they are really separated by an interval, which no geometrical ratio can express.
Theod. By Ammon, the god of Cyrene, Socrates, that is a very fair hit; and shows that you have not forgotten your geometry. I will retaliate on you at some other time, but I must now ask the Stranger, who will not, I hope, tire of his goodness to us,
to proceed
either with the Statesman or with the Philosopher, whichever he prefers.
Stranger. That is my duty, Theodorus; having begun I must go on, and
not leave the work unfinished. But what shall be done with Theaetetus?�