In the far future of London in the Age of Witspell, an orator by the name of Plato gives speeches about the ancient Age of Mouldwarp, our present age. Plato’s understanding of Moldwarp is cobbled together from scant extant fragments, leading to (from our perspective) humorous misunderstandings and spurious etymologies. All a playful satire of our own understanding of the past.

While the first half of the novel playfully sets the scene of the world, the second half increasingly invites the reader to draw comparisons to Socrates. This future Plato calls himself “the witless” and our ancient Socrates insists he only knows that he does not know things. Future Plato converses with his own soul, and Socrates is guided by his internal daimon. Both are charged with corrupting the youth.