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3.91 AVERAGE
3.91 AVERAGE
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I find it quite difficult to rate classics, especially translated texts because they simply don’t compare to any sort of modern rating system. I love love Ancient Greece so I found this quite interesting to see all the different perceptions of love. my favourite has always been that fearing their power Zeus split humans into two halves where each longed for their other half.
“and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment: these are the people who pass their whole lives together”
however my struggle with this is just a personal thing, having ADHD and dyslexia always makes it especially difficult to get through translations and classics.
“and when one of them meets the other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment: these are the people who pass their whole lives together”
however my struggle with this is just a personal thing, having ADHD and dyslexia always makes it especially difficult to get through translations and classics.
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Interesting book on sex and love, you could skip 75% of it as he's just presenting other theories he doesn't even agree with (and they get demolished in the last section of the book anyway)
As with most foundational thoughts or arguments, others have since conveyed thoughts or arguments in more relatable ways. I imagine a lot is lost to translation, as well.
And Agathon said, It is probable, Socrates, that I knew nothing of what I had said.
And yet spoke you beautifully, Agathon, he said.
Back in the late 1990s a cowpunk band named The Meat Purveyors had a song, Why Does There Have To Be A Morning After? It detailed stumbling around in the cruel light of day, sipping on backwash beer from the night before and attempting to reconstruct what at best remains a blur.
The event depicted here is a hungover quest for certainty. The old hands in Athens have been tippling. Socrates is invited to the day after buffet. The Symposium attempts to explore the Praise for Love which occupies such a crucial yet chaotic corner of our earthly ways. There is ceremonial hemming-and-hawing about the sublime and then Socrates steps into the fray. All is vanity, Love is a bastard child of Poverty: the attempts at the Ininite and Eternal only reflect poorly on our scrawny and fleeting tenure.
And yet spoke you beautifully, Agathon, he said.
Back in the late 1990s a cowpunk band named The Meat Purveyors had a song, Why Does There Have To Be A Morning After? It detailed stumbling around in the cruel light of day, sipping on backwash beer from the night before and attempting to reconstruct what at best remains a blur.
The event depicted here is a hungover quest for certainty. The old hands in Athens have been tippling. Socrates is invited to the day after buffet. The Symposium attempts to explore the Praise for Love which occupies such a crucial yet chaotic corner of our earthly ways. There is ceremonial hemming-and-hawing about the sublime and then Socrates steps into the fray. All is vanity, Love is a bastard child of Poverty: the attempts at the Ininite and Eternal only reflect poorly on our scrawny and fleeting tenure.