the other of justice, we may pass judgement which of the two is the happier.” V. “Bless me, my dear Glaucon,” said I, “how strenuously you polish off each of your two men for the competition for the prize as if it were a statue!a” “To the best of my ability,” he replied, “and if such is the nature of the two, it becomes an easy matter, I fancy, to unfold the tale of the sort of life that awaits each. [E] We must tell it, then; and even if my language is somewhat rude and brutal,b you must not suppose,