I always thought -- maybe hoped -- that the cock was in thanks for the opportunity to greet Socrates' daimon face-to-face at last. The shadows on the wall always seem to recur for me, because it's such a powerful image that is so very apt in our society. Perhaps any society, given that not a great deal seems to have changed since the days of The Republic. But oh, the conjugal lie... well, that's mine to own.
Nothing changes, you see.
To be honest, I don't remember why I wrote this, so I come to it only as a reader. I think I prefer it that way.
Nothing changes, you see.
To be honest, I don't remember why I wrote this, so I come to it only as a reader. I think I prefer it that way.
It could be worse