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Socrates
Wha made this road?
Snow

Everyone assumes a hidden agenda,

and several are hinted at in the texts:

 

         An elaborate seduction

         A refuge from a scold-tobue wife

         A religious devotion

 

         But the principle,

that nothing is to be taken at face value,

that everything is but a rumour of angels,

is still a grandchild yet unborn

and not yet one of the dramatis personae.

 

So, let us give him the benefit of our doubt

and say only that here, perhaps,

is a man who has stumbled upon a scandal

with which he has developed an obsession,

a solitaire which he cannot put down

           until it falls out right.