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13 Seasons in Hell
Saturday 30 August 2003
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Socrates, who in the easiest and gentlest manner, without the least fear or change in color or feature, took the cup and said, "What do you say about making a libation out of this cup to any god? May I, or not?" The man answered, "We only prepare, Socrates, just so much as we deem enough." "I understand," he said, "but I may and must ask the gods to prosper my journey from this to the other world, and so be it according to my prayer." Then raising the cup to his lips, quite readily he drank off the poison. And hitherto most of us had been able to control our sorrow; but now when we saw him drinking, and saw too that he had finished the draft, we could no longer forebear, and in spite of myself my own tears were flowing fast; so that I covered my face and wept, not for him, but at the thought of my own calamity in having to part from such a friend. | |
I'm not certain what new to write, so instead I'll post the email I'd written to my family and closest friends.
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