Plato and the Greek dramatists and Thucydides all have in common an obsession with argument, dialectic. 'One the one hand x, on the other hand y' in stichomythian patterns that would make Quentin Tarantino weep, that is the manifestation of the classical Greek mind.
I'm not original in saying this. Were I to offer a footnote for all who said this, the footnote would exhaust the capacity of every server on earth.
Well, it would still be a pretty damned long footnote.
It's all a wash of light and dark grey out there today. Is it day? What is 'today'? We don't have snow of course, but freezing rain.
The Church is not invisible, by the bye. She's just, well, hard to find at this particular place in space-time. A couple of hours to the north, and we'd have a whole different set of problems.
We no longer have any cats. We will therefore never be celebrities on the Internet.
Surprising discovery: the novels of Robertson Davies aren't really that good.
I've run out of things to say.
Peace out.
We no longer have any cats. We will therefore never be celebrities on the Internet.
Surprising discovery: the novels of Robertson Davies aren't really that good.
I've run out of things to say.
Peace out.
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