Now then, Glaucon, we must post ourselves (we philosophers) like a ring of huntsmen around the thicket, with very alert minds, so that justice does not escape us by evaporating before us. The Republic (432b)   I. November 24   I whirl at the faint thunder of the flush, snap off the safety, plant my […]

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