•Between mouthfuls, Socrates said to him, “Thank you, my friend. I was famished. You cannot speak, or so I understand, but you are a good slave. Because it is so late, and I doubt you would understand all the meaning of my words, I will not define either good or slave to you.” Caliban could hear the mirth in Socrates’ words though he couldn’t see his face. “But, you may understand that the words themselves are illusive without illumination,” Socrates laughed heartily. When he finished eating, Socrates arose and said, “Now, I must find my way to bed, friend slave. Xanthippe is a thin woman, but very warm. Be sure you don’t settle just for one or the other.”