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Cephalus: When we came from our home at Clazomenae to Athens, we met Adeimantus and Glaucon in the market- place. Adeimantus took me by the hand and said,“ Welcome, Cephalus if there is anything we can do for you here, let us know.”“ Why,” said I,“ that is just why I am here, to ask a favour of you.”“ Tell us,” said he,“ what it is.”

And I said,“ What was your half- brother' s name? I don' t remember. He was only a boy when I came here from Clazomenae before and that is now a long time ago. His father' s name, I believe, was Pyrilampes.”“ Yes,” said he.“ And what is his own name?”“ Antiphon. Why do you ask?”“ These gentlemen,” I said,“ are fellow- citizens of mine, who are very fond of philosophy. They have heard that this Antiphon had a good deal to do with a friend of Zeno' s named Pythodorus, that Pythodorus often repeated to him the conversation

which Socrates, Zeno, and Parmenides once had together, and that he remembers it.”“ That is true,” said he.“ Well,” I said,“ we should like to hear it.”“ There is no difficulty about that,” said he“ for when he was a youth he studied it with great care though now he devotes most of his time to horses, like his grandfather Antiphon. If that is what you want, let us go to him. He has just gone home from here, and he lives close by in Melite.”