"In truth," said the proconsul, closing the book, "this verse is lovely and quite correct;
Sophocles wrote it philosophising profoundly.
How much we will say there,
and how differently we will appear.
These things that here we guard like vigilant sentries,
wounds and secrets that we lock within us,
with daily grave anxiety,
there we will speak out freely and clearly."
"Add," said the sophist, half smiling,
"if they say such things there, if they care any longer."
Cavafy