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Now
Thrasymachus,1
even while we were conversing, had been trying several times to break in and
lay hold of the discussion but he was restrained by those who sat by him who
wished to hear the argument out. But when we came to a pause after I had
said this, he couldn't any longer hold his peace. But gathering himself up
like a wild beast he 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,
1 Cf. Introduction.
Plato. Plato in Twelve Volumes, Vols. 5 & 6 translated by Paul Shorey. Cambridge, MA, Harvard University Press; London, William Heinemann Ltd. 1969.
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