the day this whole tremendous affair began,

Obā-san

Socrates was returning from the harbor area, accompanied by Plato's youngest brother, a guy by the name of Glaucon. They'd greeted the goddess of the Northerners, those drunk sailors, with a kiss on either cheek and had taken in the whole scene at the festival in.her honor - the first one ever! The local harbor residents' parade was awesome, incidentally. And the Northerners' floats, overloaded with half-baked ladies, were pretty cool, too.

Obā-san

Of all the countless guys named Polemarchus, the one who's the son of Cephalus spotted the pair from a distance and sent a kid running after them. "Wait for us!" yelled the young boy, tugging on Socrates' jacket. "Where did you leave your master?" asked Socrates. "He's running up behind you, wait for him!" "All right!" the guy named Glaucon, Plato's younger brother, agreed. So who should show up a few minutes later? A whole bunch of people, that's who! Polemarchus, of course, the one who's the son of Cephalus, but Niceratus, the one who's the son of Nicias, too, and lots of others, who are the sons of lots of others, not to mention - I bet you'll never guess! Plato's sister, the beautiful Amantha. All these people were coming from the festival, just like Socrates and Glaucon.

Klinotaxis

Son of head

Obā-san

Polemarchus, the one who's, ect., then informed Socrates that, alone against a whole group, he was no match for them, even if he was backed up by a guy named Glaucon, however much he might be Plato's brother. So he's have to accept the pressing invitation they'd all come to convey to him, to come to dinner in the stunning harborside villa where Old Man Cephalus lived. Socrates objected that, rather than start a hopeless fight, he could just as easily talk things over with them calmly and convince the who crew of them that he had good reasons for wanting to go home. Polemarchus countered that they'd all cover their ears and not listen to a word of his seductive arguments.

Obā-san

It was right at this critical juncture that Plato's vivacious sister, the aforementioned Amantha, who was seductive enough for two, spoke up: "You may not be aware that tonight, as an extension of the festivities in honor of the Northerners' shady goddess, the harbor ship-owners are organizing a torch race on horseback. How about that?! Huh?" "Holy smoke!" said Socrates, visibly taken by the young lady's liveliness. "A relay race on horseback? You mean the teams race on horseback and pass the torches to each other to win?" "Exactly!" said Polemarchus-the-son-of, leaping into the breach of Socrates's defenses. "And after the race the city council is throwing a big all-night party. We're all going to go after dinner - everyone and his brother will be there! There'll be tons of gorgeous girls, all of Amantha's friends, and we'll all shoot the breeze with them till dawn. Come on! Let yourself go!"

Calica

when i read the ender's shadow sequels in like middle school and they kept talking about a polemarch i always assumed it was pole-march for some reason when actually it was polem-arch apparently and some greek bullshit

shows what i know