Why space travel
(Looking up and discovering Socrates.) Come who is this man who is in the basket? Dis. Himself. Strep. Who's "Himself"? Dis. Socrates. Strep. O Socrates! Come, you sir, call upon him loudly for me. Dis. Nay, rather, call him yourself; for I have no leisure. (Exit Disciple) Strep. Socrates! My little Socrates! Socrates. Why callest thou me, thou creature of the day? Strep. First tell me, I beseech you, what are you doing. Soc. I am walking in the air, and speculating about the sun. Strep. And so you look down upon the gods from your basket, and not from the earth? ...