•As he trudged up the lane, the gate to the house opened and an elderly man stepped out. He looked about 70-years old and was dressed in a simple long toga without any decoration. Even his belt was plainer than the average Athenian’s. In a slightly perturbed manner, the man looked up and down the street then set out toward Caliban. The old fellow swaggered with assurance, like a soldier. He threw back his head and shoulders, and with his bald head, he looked almost like the Marine sergeants who managed the guards at the classified facilities in the desert.