That tired, worn, phrase is what is thought of as an apology, but such words are never heard uttered by Socrates (by Plato's account). However, the words that he chose are more meaningful, impassioned and well thought out. Laying out the case brought against him very methodically he cross-examines his witness allowing them, through his line of questioning, to unfold the grave sin that was present in their thoughts, expressions, and haste acts. What erroneous misdirection they are sufferers from.
This was a poetic, wise, and loving tale rich with humbleness and such a greatness of understanding. I cried at such loveliness at such wisdom (although he may not agree with my terming), because he was just simply there and aware when others were sleepily living. It breaks my heart to know that he was quite accurate in the direction of words to the effect of him not being the last of his kind to be misjudged and therefore penalized with death by the ignorance and ego as well as envy that is present in the masses of the benign. That any wave of greatness, small as it would be, would in turn become a subject of challenge by an equally small wave of evil. The story goes that the evil kill the great and the mass remain somewhere between and have more the potential the inclination to incorrectly see through eyes attune with corruptibility. Which reminds me of a quote I once heard, "The greatest sin of a time is not the few who destroy, but the vast that idle by." What a tragic legacy.
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