After Alkibiades left, our house got a lot quieter. I was sorry because he had always been my favorite brother—he was more generally prepared to put up with me than any of the others. He even took the trouble to say goodbye, though I didn’t realize it until afterward—he took me to Sparta for a meal with some of his friends, and bade me joy afterward as I ran off to work in the fields. I didn’t know until I got home late that night that he had left. He had left on my bed a copy of Euripides he had won as a school prize—they don’t allow drama at all in Athenia, or even Homer.

Next in age come Phaedrus and Neleus, who both still live at home in Thessaly. Phaedrus is Father’s son by Hermia, who lives in Sokratea. I’ve never met her, but she once sent Phaedrus an amazing skin drum which we still have. He looks a lot like a darker jollier version of Father. He excels at wrestling—he has won a number of prizes. He also sings beautifully—we sing together sometimes. He’s a gold. Phaedrus’s epithet is “Merry,” because he is—he’s the most fun of all my brothers, the readiest to laugh, the fastest to make a joke. It’s not that he can’t be serious, but his natural expression is a grin.

Neleus is his complete opposite. He’s Mother’s son by somebody called Nikias, whom I’ve also never met because he left with Kebes. He must have been dark-skinned, because Neleus is darker than Mother. He unfortunately inherited Mother’s jaw and flattish face, so his Homeric epithet could have been “Ugly,” but in fact it’s “Wrathful” because he’s so quick to anger and he bears grudges so well. He never forgets anything. He’s a swimming champion, again like Mother, and he can’t sing at all. He’s a gold. He had a close friendship with a boy from Olympia called Agathon, and since that broke up a few months ago he has been worse-tempered than ever.

I have three more brothers, but I don’t know them very well. Euklides and his mother Lasthenia live in Psyche. He visits for a few days every summer. Porphyry and his mother Euridike live in the City of Amazons. He’s been here to visit twice. I always feel shy with both of them. I know Euklides better than Porphyry. He is a silver. Porphyry is a gold, and I don’t know all that much about him. And I have another brother, somewhere, whose name I don’t know and who I’ve never met at all. His mother Ismene went off with Kebes before he was born.