Among angels, my Oinos, it is seen to be simply true.

You have spoken nothing, my Oinos, for which pardon is to be demanded.

Let me endeavor, my Oinos, to lead you, step by step, to the conception I intend.

And at length I, Oinos, speaking some low words, demanded of the shadow its dwelling and its appellation.

I have spoken to you, Oinos, as to a child of the fair Earth which lately perished-ofimpulses upon the atmosphere of the Earth.