''Tis a city of pigs, Socrates.' Why, I replied, what do you want more?
'Only the comforts of life,--sofas and tables, also sauces and sweets.' I see; you want not only a State, but a luxurious State; and possibly in the more complex frame we may sooner find justice and injustice.

Then the fine arts must go to work--every conceivable instrument and ornament of luxury will be wanted.

There will be dancers, painters, sculptors, musicians, cooks, barbers, tire-women, nurses, artists; swineherds and neatherds too for the animals, and physicians to cure the disorders of which luxury is the source.

To feed all these superfluous mouths we shall need a part of our neighbour's land, and they will want a part of ours.

And this is the origin of war, which may be traced to the same causes as other political evils.