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Thrasymachus 335a +
Now Socrates was very well known throughout this town. From the moment I set my eyes on those golden curls that licked into the wind as the man hopped up the steps of Cephalus’s abode, I knew there was trouble brewing. Naturally, as a great leader of justice and a loved man amongst the peoples, I invited myself into the same building to catch that manipulator in his act. The crowds parted as I walked down the hallways, following the trail of angry chatter towards the open living room.
The open space of Cephalus’s house was well decorated, I decided, for I am a man of taste. Unfortunately for Cephalus, there isn’t peace to accompany the comfortable furnishing. For on that plush seat sat a man of thirty with the most wicked and condescending smirk. Oh it irritated me to see him pretend! The great ironic Socrates, you’d never guess what an arrogant soul he was from his beautiful delicate face. Those curly light blond eyelashes frame the most penetratingly blue eyes, that, to an onlooker might even look innocent with how cherubic his pale face is. But I, Thrasymachus, was no common fool. I can see the sadistic glee that has overcome his disposition the moment Polemarchus got increasingly flustered, and I simply could not hold myself back.
As a man of charity and virtue, I simply could not sit back and watch as that man torments the good upright people of this town. But as I was getting up, four hands grabbed at me and pulled me firmly back. The one to my left shot me a look of warning and then turned back to the debate with excitement.
After a few attempts. I could contain myself no longer-
SOCRATES writes: "But gathering himself up like a wild beast [Thrasmychus] hurled himself upon us as if he would tear us to pieces. And Polemarchus and I were frightened and fluttered apart, and he bawled out into our midst , [336c]
I can tell Socrates is feigning fear, he must be conjuring some wicked narrative in this very moment for the look in his eye is one of pure deceit. I walked rather calmly to their sides, a victory unknown to anyone but myself, since only I knew the true rage boiling within me. But as a man of grace and etiquette I resigned to compose myself and put on a respectable front.
“What balderdash is this that you have been talking?” I interjected coldly, holding my head high and with my hands firmly clasped at my back. “and why do you Simple Simons truckle and give way to one another?” I let my eyes slip to Polemarchus now, before looking back to Socrates scornfully.
Then, at Polemarchus’s shocked expression, I allow myself to release a bit of my strict facade, in favour of a softer, more fatherly countenance. At that I sigh tiredly.
“But if you really wish, Socrates” My eyes sliding once over his handsome face, and smirk, landing on those plump lips. So young he is, for such a terrible attitude. He looks a bit surprised. Good. “to know what the just is,”
“don't merely ask questions or plume yourself upon controverting any answer that anyone gives—” I smirk, before walking closer to the other man. “since your acumen has perceived that it is easier to ask questions than to answer them,”
Seeing the crowd draw closer to us, interested in how I am about to destroy that smug expression on Socrates’s face, I endeavoured to raise my voice. So that those who are in back, may hear and find solace that the great Socrates is getting the challenger he so deserves.
"but do you yourself answer and tell [336d] what you say the just is.”
At this Socrates’s expression became coy, I can see his lip turn up a little at the comment. His body expression changing from tense and shocked, to a relaxed arrogance. Oh how it infuriated me!
“And don't you be telling me” I started hotly, getting more and more worked up the more that man batted his long curly eyelashes at me and suppressed his smile. “that it is that which ought to be, or the beneficial or the profitable or the gainful or the advantageous, but express clearly and precisely whatever you say.”
Socrates is looking directly at me now, his head lowered and glancing up at me like a doe caught in headlights, but the twitch of his facial expression told me all I needed to know. This kid is loving every second of this.
“For I won't take from you any such drivel as that!” I could not contain myself, and I unfortunately will admit that I let my composure slip with that outburst.
SOCRATES writes: And I, when I heard him, was dismayed, and looking upon him was filled with fear, and I believe that if I had not looked at him before he did at me I should have lost my voice.
Yeah right.