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pablo7 05-Feb-09, 06:39 |
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The ApologyIndeed Socrates lecture his accusers for being ignorant and narrow minded. Socrates firmly lived his life the way he preached. The man was not afraid of dying. |
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coopershawk 08-Feb-09, 09:35 |
ThanksHe deserves better and is going into my short term tbr stack. |
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PhaedrusSoc. Lead on, and look out for a place in which we can sit down. Phaedr. Do you see the tallest plane-tree in the distance? Soc. Yes. Phaedr. There are shade and gentle breezes, and grass on which we may either sit or lie down. Soc. Move forward. Phaedr. I should like to know, Socrates, whether the place is not somewhere here at which Boreas is said to have carried off Orithyia from the banks of the Ilissus? Soc. Such is the tradition. Phaedr. And is this the exact spot? The little stream is delightfully clear and bright; I can fancy that there might be maidens playing near. Soc. I believe that the spot is not exactly here, but about a quarter of a mile lower down, where you cross to the temple of Artemis, and there is, I think, some sort of an altar of Boreas at the place. Phaedr. I have never noticed it; but I beseech you to tell me, Socrates, do you believe this tale? Soc. The wise are doubtful, and I should not be singular if, like them, I too doubted. I might have a rational explanation that Orithyia was playing with Pharmacia, when a northern gust carried her over the neighbouring rocks; and this being the manner of her death, she was said to have been carried away by Boreas. There is a discrepancy, however, about the locality; according to another version of the story she was taken from Areopagus, and not from this place. Now I quite acknowledge that these allegories are very nice, but he is not to be envied who has to invent them; much labour and ingenuity will be required of him; and when he has once begun, he must go on and rehabilitate Hippocentaurs and chimeras dire. Gorgons and winged steeds flow in apace, and numberless other inconceivable and portentous natures. And if he is sceptical about them, and would fain reduce them one after another to the rules of probability, this sort of crude philosophy will take up a great deal of time. Now I have no leisure for such enquiries; shall I tell you why? I must first know myself, as the Delphian inscription says; to be curious about that which is not my concern, while I am still in ignorance of my own self, would be ridiculous. And therefore I bid farewell to all this; the common opinion is enough for me. For, as I was saying, I want to know not about this, but about myself: am I a monster more complicated and swollen with passion than the serpent Typho, or a creature of a gentler and simpler sort, to whom Nature has given a diviner and lowlier destiny? But let me ask you, friend: have we not reached the plane-tree to which you were conducting us? Phaedr. Yes, this is the tree. Soc. By Here, a fair resting-place, full of summer sounds and scents. Here is this lofty and spreading plane-tree, and the agnus cast us high and clustering, in the fullest blossom and the greatest fragrance; and the stream which flows beneath the plane-tree is deliciously cold to the feet. Judging from the ornaments and images, this must be a spot sacred to Achelous and the Nymphs. How delightful is the breeze:-so very sweet; and there is a sound in the air shrill and summerlike which makes answer to the chorus of the cicadae. But the greatest charm of all is the grass, like a pillow gently sloping to the head. My dear Phaedrus, you have been an admirable guide. |
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For Socrates, of whom the Delphic oracle said there was no man wiser:Philosophile Father of Philosophy, Explorer of The Mind; you've taken us further than any of your kind. As well as in what you taught, 'twas how you lived your life; fully living each fleeting moment, and dying peacefully, despite the strife. Why we don't have a mind like yours, of the Oracle, 'tis all I'd ask; the earth would be a better place, our lives in balance; mind on task. O Socrates, Lover of Wisdom - Ye Philosphile, Leader of Reason; 'tis no small thing to be a logical and most wise Martyr of Treason. by Cynthia Gaines, aka Poet Muse allpoetry.com |
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The Cave |
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The Symposium"drinking together" |
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oo, this is interesting!news.bbc.co.uk Sound credible? Also from the same page- ""Wise men talk because they have something to say; fools, because they have to say something" |
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from the other one. Socrates, Plato and Aristotle. |
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through his mother. |