Socrates is pacing back and forth in his jail cell.
A servant comes to the cell with a cup full of hemlock and gives it to Socrates. He takes it, sits back and relaxes for a minute and drinks it up, then he looks at the servant and asks,
"So, what's the verdict?".
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Friday, November 24, 2006
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