Socrates was not handsome. He was short, stocky, thick limbed, bow-legged, and large headed. He had a snub nose and protruding eyes, which served him well. His detractors called him a busybody, a buttonholer. He had the ability in extraordinary measure to engage people in conversation, fixing them in the intense glance of his bulging eyes, and to cause them to admit things about themselves that they did not care to acknowledge. And this is how he spent his time.