the beautiful young Alexias has attracted a suitor that is persistant and rude....he discusses this man with Sokrates:
"He tried first to buy me with gifts; not flowers or a hare, but the kind of thing we can't afford at home. Then he sent word that he was dying, to make me take him out of pity; and now, what is surely as low as a man can go, he is willing I should do it simply to keep him quiet. If I were to lose my father and mother and all I have, if I were disgraced even before the City so that people turned from me in the street, he would be glad of it, if it put me within his reach. And this he calls love." I had spoken too vehemently, but Sokrates still looked at me kindly; so coming at last to what had been behind the rest, I said, "I shall always think worse of myself for having been his choice."
He shook his head, "You are wrong, my boy, if you think he is seeking a kindred spirit. He is looking for what he lacks, being limp of soul, and not wishing to know that the good must first be wrought with toil out of a man's own self, like the statue from the block."