I have paid as little as two Euros for a NoName wine at a gas station in France, and as much as $AUD 50 for a Bandol Tempier in Melbourne.
I found more rosés than I had time to drink at Dean and De Lucca’s in Georgetown. I vowed to return as soon as possible, Reader, to pursue knowledge for you.
Emboldened, I went back to try another, not knowing when to quit, when do we learn that? Not soon enough in this case.
Dedicated as I am, I have also dared to try some “wines” that remind me that there are limits to my search for knowledge on your behalf, Reader.
“Pretty in Pink,” “Pink House,” “Arrogant Frog,” and others that I will not dignify by reference.
Is it cherry, strawberry, water melon, ruby grapefruit, or raspberry? Moi, je prefere raspberry.
The French defined a “noble grape,” purely objectively, as one that produced a fine table wine without the need to blend in another grape. By sheer coincidence all the grapes grown in France were noble, while none grown in Spain and Italy were.
Wait! I hear the pedants among you, as is to be expected, quibbling.
There is, and always has been, more to rosé than Mateus.
In 2006 I gave myself an OOPS award.
Plato’s cave, yes, Plato’s closet, no.
Plato is sometimes put to other uses. Chapter Twelve: Plato conscripted.
The Philosopher Monarchs.
These days to tell a student that Plato was an idealist condemns him to utter irrelevance.
Plato and Aristotle on King Street, Newtown.
What can a mere mortal say about Plato.
What is worse is that Socrates proposed ridiculous ideas like the equality of women!
Life, meaning, and death.
Continue reading “Chapter Nine: Enter Socrates and exit Sol.”
Thucydides is a great, but a serious reader should also try Donald Kagan’s four volume study of the war.
The war that never ends continues.
