““Know yourself, said the god. Yet this I did not know. Or, perhaps, I had known it for ever. I thought of my ugly scarred leg, and all my imperfection. What he was telling me seemed hardly possible. I shook my head. ‘But surely Menexenos has— Is there no one in Athens, then?’ ‘That is what everyone thinks – that there must be someone somewhere. But there is not.’ He shrugged. ‘It is not that he does not wish it otherwise. I think he believes that what he seeks is not to be found. He is in love with honour, Marcus; and a thing beyond honour, which he sees, but I cannot explain. When I ask him, he tells me it is the light behind the sun, whatever that is. But whatever it is, I know he had rather have no one than choose a base lover.””
