And I, Socrates, am ready to commit myself to the strangers; they may skin me alive, if they please (and I am pretty well skinned by them already), if only my skin is made at last, not like that of Marsyas, into a leathern bottle, but into a piece of virtue.
-Ni neu ere prest nago neure burua atzerritarren eskuetan uzteko, orain ari diren baino gehiago larrutu nahi banaute ere bai, nire azala amaieran zahagia bihurtzen ez bada, behintzat, Marsiasena bezala, bertutea baizik.