E. F. Benson 
Robin Linnet 

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Pythias, collegiately and colloquially lown as Day and Pie, were seated in Damons room in the great quadrangle, on two chairs, side by side, with a candle on the table that guttered in the draught, and a copy of Socratess Apology (in the original Greek) between them. Between them also, propped up against the candle, was a firmly literal translation of what they were reading, to which they both constantly referred. Underneath the candlestick in a far less accessible position, since they desired to consult it much less frequently, was a Greek lexicon. First one of them translated a few lines, with an eye fixed on the English equivalent, and then the other. That waa a more sociable way of working than to sit separate and borrow the crib from each other. Besides, there was only one candle, stolen from another fellows room, as the electric light had, half an hour ago, got tired and gone to sleep. The books, therefore, had to be centrally situated in this small field of imperfect illumination. They had got to the point where Socrates, having been warned to prepare for the administration of the cup of hemlock at sundown, had sent for his wife, Xantippe, and his children.