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they all gazed at him as if he were a statue. Then Chaerephon called me and said—How does the youth strike you, Socrates? Has he not a fine face?Immensely so, I replied.Yet if he would consent to strip, he said, you would think he had no face, he has such perfect beauty of form.And these words of Chaerephon were repeated by the rest. Then,—By Heracles! I said, what an irresistible person you make him out to be, if he has but one more thing—a little thing—besides.What? said Critias.
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