“I’m going to build my own school here one day.”
Delphi looked at Plato, but he appeared to be serious.
“No, you won’t,” she said, dismissively.
“I will! I’ve been thinking about it. You could add it on to the gymnasium. It’d be perfect here.”
“Yeah, but why? What’s the point?” Delphi laughed. “It’s not like you’re smart enough to teach them anything.”
Plato looked irritated.
“But that’s not the point! It wouldn’t be the kind of school where you listen to teachers – it’d be somewhere where people can talk, and ask questions and discover new ideas. Like in the Agora, but without all the distractions.”
“And all the idiots,” agreed Delphi. The idea was growing on her. “So what would you talk about?”
“Everything!” Plato replied instantly. “Maybe we could… work out how to make the perfect city or something. Or work out stuff about the soul, or truth and stuff like that. Carry on what Socrates did in the Agora.”
“Big questions,” said Delphi.
“Big questions,” agreed Plato. Delphi thought about it.
“So you’d be in charge then?” she asked.
“Well, I guess so. I wouldn’t tell people what to do though,” said Plato, modestly.
“Why not? I would!”
“I know you would, Delphi!” he laughed, but an idea hit Delphi between the eyes.
“Hey, you’re thinking it’d be just for men, wouldn’t you? If it’s at a gymnasium?” She glared at him and Plato looked uncomfortable.
“Well… that’s what people would expect, isn’t it?”
“But that’s not…”
“I’d let you in!” Plato added hurriedly. Delphi brightened up.
“Yeah. But you’d probably have to pretend to be a boy.”
Delphi hit him.