“A book,” he said. “What d’you want a flaming book for?”
And now Silvere, whose head was turned away from her, who no longer seemed even conscious of her presence, had eyes only for those strangers whom he called his brothers.
Apollodorus, I’ve just been looking for you to get the full story of the party at Agathon’s, when Socrates, Alcibiades and the rest were there for dinner: what did they say in their speeches on love?
This is the point, you see, this is always the point which they must remember: that every child has the capacity to be everything. A child was a miracle, a wonder!