And so, Theaetetus, knowledge is neither sensation nor true opinion, nor yet definition and explanation accompanying and added to true opinion ?
Theaet. I suppose not.
Soc. And are you still in labour and travail, my dear friend, or have you brought all that you have to say about knowledge to the birth ?
Theaet. I am sure, Socrates, that you have elicited from me a good deal more than ever was in me.
Soc. And does not my art show that you have brought forth wind, and that the offspring of your brain are not worth bringing up ?
Theaet. Very true.
Soc. But if, Theaetetus, you should ever conceive afresh, you will be all the better for the present investigation, and if not, you will be soberer and humbler and gentler to other men, and will be too modest to fancy that you know what you do not know. These are the limits of my art ; I can no further go, nor do I know aught of the things which great and famous men know or have known in this or former ages. The office of a midwife I, like my mother, have received from God ; she delivered women, I deliver men ; but they must be young and noble and fair.
And now I have to go to the porch of the King Archon, where I am to meet Meletus and his indictment. To-morrow morning, Theodorus, I shall hope to see you again at this place.