6 Works in Dialogues - Plato
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'I look at my left wrist and sigh dramatically, I sometimes wonder if the mark is a curse not the blessing my parents painted it to be. From a young age they filled my head with romantic fairytales of my soul mate, the one person I was meant to be with. That one day I would meet them and my life would be perfect. It was a crock of shit.'
'My thoughts are interrupted but a swirling feeling in the pit of my gut, a feeling a dread settling in my stomach. I twist myself into an almost foetal position, trying to alleviate the sensation. I get the overwhelming sense that something is terribly wrong and for a moment I feel physically ill. '
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When Jim is forced to read Plato's dialogue Phaedrus, a certain speech about men loving boys hits a little too close to home.
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truth and beauty by meretricula for vocal_bard (atrickstertype)
Dialogues - Plato, Classical Greece and Rome History & Literature RPF
24 Dec 2010
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When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,—that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.'Plato's Symposium has a few holes in it.
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Freedom. Obligation. Love. What rules a man? Aristophanes remembers the first meeting between Sokrates and Phaedo.
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If on a Yuletide morn a slasher by Alixtii for livrelibre
If on a winter's night a traveler - Calvino, Dialogues - Plato, Jonny Quest, Fandom RPF
22 Dec 2009
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You are about to read "If on a Yuletide morn a slasher," an If on a winter's night a traveler fic written by an anonymous author. You'll want to make sure you're reading this a suitable distance from your computer screen, in a well-lit room, with the contrast and brightness of your screen properly adjusted. Or else you might want to print it out and read the hard copy.
Ludmilla is logged onto her laptop, across the room from you, re-reading for the thirtieth time the Karl Marx/Friedrich Engels BDSM fic some poor soul ended up having to write for her. She still can't stop chuckling, no matter how much she tries to surpress it.
"Hush," you tell her, because you're really interested in the Calvino fic. The fact that there exists If on a winter's night a traveler fic in the archive is pretty darn awesome by itself, you think, and you really want to find out what, exactly, the anonymous author decided to do with it.
Ludmilla sticks her tongue out at you, which is more or less the reaction you expected.
The cursor hovers over the link and you sloppily strike the touchpad with your finger, summoning the fic to you from its sleeping place somewhere deep in the inner workings of the AO3.
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Surely all men have heard stories of the best and most beautiful man in Athens, and beautiful he was.