Strepsiades: How then did he measure this?
Disciple: Most cleverly. He melted some wax; and then took the flea and dipped its feet in the wax; and then a pair of Persian slippers stuck to it when cooled. Having gently loosened these, he measured back the distance.
Strepsiades: O King Jupiter! What subtlety of thought!
Disciple: What then would you say if you heard another contrivance of Socrates?
Strepsiades: Of what kind? Tell me, I beseech you!
Disciple: Chaerephon the Sphettian asked him whether he thought gnats buzzed through the mouth or the breech.
Strepsiades: What, then, did he say about the gnat?
Disciple: He said the intestine of the gnat was narrow and that the wind went forcibly through it, being slender, straight to the breech; and then that the rump, being hollow where it is adjacent to the narrow part, resounded through the violence of the wind.
The quote: Strepsiades: The rump of the gnats then is a trumpet! Oh, thrice happy he for his sharp-sightedness! Surely a defendant might easily get acquitted who understands the intestine of the gnat.
Disciple: But he was lately deprived of a great idea by a lizard.
Strepsiades: In what way? Tell me.
Disciple: As he was investigating the courses of the moon and her revolutions, then as he was gaping upward a lizard in the darkness dropped upon him from the roof.
Strepsiades: I am amused at a lizard’s having dropped on Socrates.
Disciple: Yesterday evening there was no supper for us.
Strepsiades: Well. What then did he contrive for provisions?
Disciple: He sprinkled fine ashes on the table, and bent a little spit, and then took it as a pair of compasses and filched a cloak from the Palaestra.
Strepsiades: Why then do we admire Thales?