Whoever did not fantasize about making Plato’s Symposium or Phaedrus into a feature film had probably had a deprived childhood. I certainly did, and one particular detail sticks in my mind, namely, that I gave the Russian actor playing Socrates a slight stutter.
In Chapters 5-8, Machiavelli surveys, without a trace of moral indignation, the various ways by which a prince may gain power and, perhaps more importantly, how his long-term success is at least partly conditioned by the means he used to establish his rule.
For example, would we allow people from Third World Islamic nations that hate Christ and despise the West to immigrate, become citizens, vote, and hold office?
I am frequently asked, sometimes more than once a day, what I think of an article in a conservative magazine or some oracular pronouncement from the guru of the moment, whether the guru of the moment be Jordan Peterson or Bernard-Henri Lévy, Greg Mortenson (co-author of Three Cups of Tea) or Tucker Carlson, Bill Maher or Noam Chomsky. When I have something better to do, I dismiss the question by saying I have not read enough of the writer or guru to form an opinion.
It’s hard to think of anything more disastrous that U.S. foreign policy by the current regime, Democrat and Republican.
In Tuscany, as in ancient Greece, neighborhoods and religious associations played a major part in the organization of everyday life. In Tuscany the church Parishes and the neighborhoods that grew around them, whether known as quartieri (quarters), sesti (sixths), or (in Rome and elsewhere) rioni were the locus of many activities, including the repair of roads and walls.
Jean Baudrillard, who died some twenty years ago, was a French intellectual, and this, perhaps, is all the gentle reader wants to know. But in fact, the species Baudrillard represents is not indigenous to voluble France.
On rare occasions the pop news stream accidentally allows a slight glimmer of light to shine through a small chink in its masonic, demonic armor.
Those who most hate Trump and are wallowing in every alleged salacious detail are the most amoral in our society, beginning with being the biggest backers of abortion.
When asked to name the writer who best described daily life in the United States, my father invariably answered, “Chekhov.”
