The Clouds by Aristophanes
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This play scoffs at philosophers and sophists (in general) and Socrates, in particular. An old man, Strepsiades, is beleaguered by creditors, having purchased a horse and chariot for his son, Pheidippides. Strepsiades tries to get Pheidippides to study philosophy because the old man believes it will allow his son to argue away the debt. Pheidippides refuses, and so Strepsiades takes it upon himself to enroll as Socrates’ student. After some strained conversations and ill-timed masturbation, all parties conclude that the old dog can’t learn new tricks, and so Stresiades again tries to recruit his son. This time Pheidippides does join Socrates’ “think-shop” (called “the Thinkery” in some translations.)
Socrates’ characterization isn’t fair to the philosopher in some regards. If the works of Plato and Xenophon hold water, Socrates was neither a know-it-all nor was he obsessed with grandiose topics – rather, he claimed to know little and was said to have been only concerned with questions of how to live a better life (as opposed to lordly enigmas like the origin of the universe or the nature of reality.) However, this isn’t to say that Aristophanes has no valid point. That intense and abstract philosophical debate doesn’t change the hard facts of the world is a legitimate point. Debts aren’t erased by the creditor’s inability to successfully argue niggling points of grammar. Being stabbed by a jilted lover is no less painful if love is an illusion than if it equates to beauty or is a fundamental truth.
Much of the play’s humor is weakened (if not killed) by a lack of common context, but that’s not to say there aren’t jokes that still fly in the 21st century.
This short play is worth reading, as it presents a beneficial counterpoint to the Socratic dialogues.
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Being stabbed by a jilted lover is no less painful if love is an illusion than if it equates to beauty or is a fundamental truth. —-
I disagree. Higher truths when understood and seen for oneself definitely relieve the pain from disappointments in others.
Also, I can’t recall anyone well respected, ever, teaching that love is an illusion. Please correct me if you know someone who did. Thanks. I appreciate your reviews.
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Illusion may be a misleading word, but there is certainly a belief that love is just the sensation of momentary neurochemistry / hormonal states.
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