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and starves and chokes you to distraction, giving you nasty bitter draughts and forcing you to fast and thirst; not like me, who used to gorge you with abundance of nice things of every sort.” What do you suppose a doctor brought to this sad pass could say for himself? Or if he spoke the truth—“All this I did, my boys, for your health”—how great, think you, would be the outcry from such a bench as that? A loud one, would it not?Callicles
I daresay: one must suppose so.Socrates
Then you suppose he would be utterly at a loss
I daresay: one must suppose so.Socrates
Then you suppose he would be utterly at a loss