THEAETETUS: But how can he, Stranger? Is there any doubt, after what

has been said, that he is to be located in one of the divisions of

children's play?

STRANGER: Then we must place him in the class of magicians and mimics.

THEAETETUS: Certainly we must.

STRANGER: And now our business is not to let the animal out, for we have

got him in a sort of dialectical net, and there is one thing which he

decidedly will not escape.

THEAETETUS: What is that?

STRANGER: The inference that he is a juggler.

THEAETETUS: Precisely my own opinion of him.

STRANGER: Then, clearly, we ought as soon as possible to divide the

image-making art, and go down into the net, and, if the Sophist does not

run away from us, to seize him according to orders and deliver him over

to reason, who is the lord of the hunt, and proclaim the capture of him;

and if he creeps into the recesses of the imitative art, and secretes

himself in one of them, to divide again and follow him up until in some

sub-section of imitation he is caught. For our method of tackling each