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he belonged in life, leads him to a certain place in which the dead

are gathered together for judgment, whence they go into the world

below, following the guide who is appointed to conduct them from

this world to the other: and when they have there received their due

and remained their time, another guide brings them back again after

many revolutions of ages. Now this journey to the other world is

not, as Aeschylus says in the "Telephus," a single and straight

path-no guide would be wanted for that, and no one could miss a single

path; but there are many partings of the road, and windings, as I must

infer from the rites and sacrifices which are offered to the gods

below in places where three ways meet on earth. The wise and orderly

soul is conscious of her situation and follows in the path; but the

soul which desires the body, and which, as I was relating before,

has long been fluttering about the lifeless frame and the world of

sight, is after many struggles and many sufferings hardly and with

violence carried away by her attendant genius, and when she arrives at

the place where the other souls are gathered, if she be impure and

have done impure deeds, or been concerned in foul murders or other

crimes which are the brothers of these, and the works of brothers in

crime-from that soul everyone flees and turns away; no one will be her

companion, no one her guide, but alone she wanders in extremity of

evil until certain times are fulfilled, and when they are fulfilled,

she is borne irresistibly to her own fitting habitation; as every pure

and just soul which has passed through life in the company and under

the guidance of the gods has also her own proper home.

Now the earth has divers wonderful regions, and is indeed in

nature and extent very unlike the notions of geographers, as I believe

on the authority of one who shall be nameless.

What do you mean, Socrates? said Simmias. I have myself heard many

descriptions of the earth, but I do not know in what you are putting

your faith, and I should like to know.

Well, Simmias, replied Socrates, the recital of a tale does not, I

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