Various, The Continental Monthly, Vol. 1…
“ Aspasia, Laïs, Phryné, which of us do you choose?'The statues turn their heads and smile faintly on Gorgias, who starts and stands as if petrified. The Athenians look horror-struck. Phidias covers his face with his hands, and, uttering a cry, falls to the ground. A soft and enervating strain of music fills the air.'By all the gods!' cries Gorgias, 'I believe the statues moved their lips as if to smile upon me.''I know you by that smile, O girls of marble,' says Diogenes,—'courtesans of the past, courtesans of the future!' and he returns to his mat. ”
