‘He crouched, though warrior bird, like slave, with drooping wings.’1 And he came to think that the work of Socrates was really a kind of provision of the gods for the care and salvation of youth.  Thus, by despising himself, admiring his friend, loving that friend's kindly solicitude and revering his excellence, he insensibly acquired an ‘image of love,’ as Plato says,2 ‘to match love,’ and all were amazed to see him eating, exercising, and tenting with Socrates,3 while he was harsh and stubborn with the rest of his lovers. Some of these he actually treated with the greatest insolence, as, for example, Anytus, the son of Anthemion.  This man was a lover of his, who, entertaining some friends, asked Alcibiades also to the dinner. Alcibiades declined the invitation, but after having drunk deep at home with some friends, went in revel rout to the house of Anytus, took his stand at the door of the men's chamber, and, observing the tables full of gold and silver beakers, ordered his slaves to take half of them and carry them home for him. He did not deign to go in, but played this prank and was off. The guests were naturally indignant, and declared that Alcibiades had treated Anytus with gross and overweening insolence. ‘Not so,’ said Anytus, ‘but with moderation and kindness; he might have taken all there were: he has left us half.’
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