Now that we are settled here friends, by the order of my office I request as is our tradition that we lift our cup to the old gadfly who lifted his cup by order of pernicious office so that we might enjoy the drink of wisdom fresh.
             In humble respect I drink this draught with full awareness always for his courage, his earnest nature, and hail then to our most honest and often wisest critic. Let us salute the nobility of a passionate heart, who in his last action allowed blessed feeling to overwhelm curmudgeon reason.
             Overwhelmed? Perhaps in your gentle toast, brave democrat, I hear it wrong. That the teacher of my teacher's teachers would have been imprudent you think to say
             Credulity isn't always the work of the young. But can be found in any who talks of ideals whose points are proven by death. Such thinking I know you might find to be a fault. I expect no different mind than your self-same elders who disqualified me from pursuit of position beside your own. I too was damned like old Socrates for wagging my tongue, while others moved on no
             doubt whose intent was not to display their inner thoughts, but instead to pass muster.
             Your bitterness is well known friend democrat; we shall not visit that wound, as kindness isn't served well to pick a scab that aft ten years should be left to heal. You speak then of dear Socrates' earnestness, his courage, his integrity but stop then to not add praise for his final action, the point he made now fable we offer to our children.
             Yes, I would agree that fables are best that teach children honest virtues, to teach them courage, but to make an enemy of the people who offered the old gadfly other avenue, who would have allowed him egress so that over time all would have been forgotten and he could have once more taken his place in the market and as thorn in the side of his wretched wife. In his last moments he marked those for shame whose sentiments were like a woman's,
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