“Come, come,” said Socrates; “see that you remember to enter a beauty contest with me when the discussion now under way has gone the rounds. And let our judges be not Alexander, Priam's son,1 but these very persons whom you consider eager to give you a kiss.”
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1 Usually called Paris; the judge of beauty when Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite appealed for a decision.
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