Plato's Lost Dialogue

“Achaeus, I’ve decided that I’d like a feasting hall.” “Very well your grace, where would you like your new hall?” “There!”  King Erysichthon pointed to a small group of trees in front of him. “Ahmmm…may I suggest, your grace, that in the vast swathes of land that you hold here on Thessaly, you might want to avoid placing you new hall in the sacred grove of Demeter.” “Nonsense Achaeus, the old gal won’t mind.  She can join me in there once it’s built.  Get the men to cut the trees down right away.” “Your grace, I really must…” “Chop chop Achaeus, ha – get it – chop chop, I must write that one down.  Witty aren’t I, Achaeus?” “Very, your grace,” Achaeus sighed.  This won’t end well, he thought to himself.  The men set to work chopping down the trees, and soon all had been felled save for one giant oak tree which was covered in wreaths; each one representing a prayer that had been granted by Demeter.  The men refused to lay an axe on that tree, ...