•Except for his beard, Caliban would have sworn the man could have been any one of those tough soldiers. As the old man came closer, Caliban could easily make out his features. The man’s face was homely, the features large and heavy. His nose was snub and his prominent eyes stared out from under shaggy eyebrows. The man passed by him unsmiling, but he did not miss Caliban.  Caliban knew he was noticed and catalogued. The eyes seemed to collect, analyze, and pierce him to the core. As they passed, Caliban knew the man must be Socrates.