The Republic
Plato (-428–-348), -375
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For let me tell you, Socrates, that when a man thinks himself to be near death, fears and cares enter into his mind which he never had before; the tales of a world below and the punishment which is exacted there of deeds done here were once a laughing matter to him, but now he is tormented with the thought that they may be true: either from the weakness of age, or because he is now drawing nearer to that other place, he has a clearer view of these things; suspicions and alarms crowd thickly upon him, and he begins to reflect and consider what wrongs he has done to others. You know, I said, that dyers, when they want to dye wool for making the true sea-purple, begin by selecting their white colour first; this they prepare and dress with much care and pains, in order that the white ground may take the purple hue in full perfection. The dyeing then proceeds; and whatever is dyed in this manner becomes a fast colour, and no washing either with lyes or without them can take away the bloom. But, when the ground has not been duly prepared, you will have noticed how poor is the look either of purple or of any other colour. And suppose once more, that he is reluctantly dragged up a steep and rugged ascent, and held fast until he’s forced into the presence of the sun himself, is he not likely to be pained and irritated? When he approaches the light his eyes will be dazzled, and he will not be able to see anything at all of what are now called realities. Βιβλία με παρόμοια αίσθηση
The Divine Comedy
Dante Alighieri, 1321
The Communist Manifesto
Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, 1848
Ανάλεκτα
Confucius
Μια συλλογή από σύντομες, κοφτές συζητήσεις για το πώς ζούμε με τους άλλους, που μένουν στη μνήμη κυρίως επειδή δεν χωρούν σε απλούς κανόνες.
Oedipus Rex
Sophocles, -429
Notes from Underground
Fyodor Dostoevsky, 1864
Τα εις εαυτόν
Marcus Aurelius, 180
Το ιδιωτικό τετράδιο ενός Ρωμαίου αυτοκράτορα, γραμμένο σε εκστρατεία. Σύντομες, κοφτές υπενθυμίσεις στον εαυτό του για τον θυμό, τον θάνατο και τη γνώμη των άλλων, που διαβάζονται σαν συμβουλές προς εσένα.
Περισσότερα βιβλία — Plato
Διάλογοι
Plato, -347
Μια βαθιά εξερεύνηση των ερωτημάτων που διαμορφώνουν τον πολιτισμό: τι είναι δικαιοσύνη και σοφία, και τι συμβαίνει στην ψυχή μετά τον θάνατο;
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Ερωτήσεις αναγνωστών
- Τι να διαβάσω μετά το «The Republic»;
- Αν σου άρεσε το «The Republic», δοκίμασε «The Divine Comedy» (Dante Alighieri), «The Communist Manifesto» (Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels) και «Ανάλεκτα» (Confucius).
Μια γεύση από τη ροή
The moment a poet admits that language has finally run out.
Whereat to turn mine eyes on Beatrice My seeing nothing and my love constrained me. If what has hitherto been said of her Were all concluded in a single praise, Scant would it be to serve the present turn. Not only does the beauty I beheld Transcend ourselves, but truly I believe Its Maker only may enjoy it all. Vanquished do I confess me by this passage More than by problem of his theme was ever O’ercome the comic or the tragic poet; For as the sun the sight that trembles most, Even so the memory of that sweet smile My mind depriveth of its very self.
The Divine Comedy · Dante Alighieri
What stays unforgiven when a crime becomes the price of peace?
My lot be still to lead The life of innocence and fly Irreverence in word or deed, To follow still those laws ordained on high Whose birthplace is the bright ethereal sky. No mortal birth they own, Olympus their progenitor alone: Ne’er shall they slumber in oblivion cold, The god in them is strong and grows not old.
Oedipus Rex · Sophocles
The injury that lasts longer than a blow: being looked through.
I was standing by the billiard-table and in my ignorance blocking up the way, and he wanted to pass; he took me by the shoulders and without a word—without a warning or explanation—moved me from where I was standing to another spot and passed by as though he had not noticed me. I could have forgiven blows, but I could not forgive his having moved me without noticing me.
Notes from Underground · Fyodor Dostoevsky
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