[36] "I know not to what physical laws philosophers will

Come, you active workers, who, like my master, eat nothing but

garlic and the poorest food, you who are his friends and his

neighbours, hasten your steps, hurry yourselves; there's not a

moment to lose; this is the critical hour, when your presence and your

Why, don't you see we are speeding as fast as men can, who are

already enfeebled by age? But do you deem it fitting to make us run

like this before ever telling us why your master has called us?

I've grown hoarse with the telling, but you won't listen. My