(Source: classicalmeangirls, via hephaistionisawesome)
Our thought and our politics have become inextricably bound up with the universities, and they have served us well, human things being what they are. But for all that, and even though they deserve our strenuous efforts, one should never forget that Socrates was not a professor, that he was put to death, and that the love of wisdom survived, partly because of his individual example. That is what really counts, and we must remember it in order to know how to defend the university.
—Allan Bloom, The Closing of the American Mind
I may or may not have drawn a series of Edgar Allan Poe cartoon portraits and put it on my english teachers office door….
(via buttholepoetry)
So these men, for whom philosophy is most suitable, go thus into exile and leave her abandoned and unconsummated. They themselves live a life that isn’t suitable or true; while, after them, other unworthy men come to her - like an orphan bereft of relatives - and disgrace her. These are the ones who attach to her reproaches such as even you say are alleged by the men who reproach her - namely, that of those who have intercourse with her, some are worthless and the many worthy of many bad things.
—Socrates, in Plato’s Republic (495b-c)
For sensible men I prepare only three kraters: one for health (which they drink first), the second for love and pleasure, and the third for sleep. After the third one is drained, wise men go home. The fourth krater is not mine any more - it belongs to bad behavior; the fifth is for shouting; the sixth is for rudeness and insults; the seventh is for fights; the eighth is for breaking the furniture; the ninth is for depression; the tenth is for madness and unconsciousness.
—Dionysus, according to Euboulos
Is there anything better for a city than the coming to be in it of the best possible women and men?… And music and gymnastic, brought to bear as we have described, will accomplish this?… Then the women guardians must strip, since they’ll clothe themselves in virtue instead of robes, and they must take common part in war and the rest of the city’s guarding, and must not do other things…
— Socrates, in Plato’s Republic (456e-457a)
Ain’t no party like a philosophy department party because a philosophy department party is full of bitter, facetious depressives.
(via letmemullitover)


