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To him who is in fear everything rustles.
For somehow this is tyranny’s disease, to trust no friends
Words are the physicians of the diseased mind.  (Sophocles, Ajax, 964 – 965)

Plato was deeply suspicious of drama.  It was a world of make believe.

Aristophanes

So what gives one a deal of happiness is not to park next to Socrates and waffle all day long, neglecting all great culture, music and the best of the tragedian’s works.  It’s sheer madness to waste your time with lofty, pompous, idle words, with words for idle speculation!  That’s the sign of a man who’s lost his mind!  (1491-9)

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To him who is in fear everything rustles.
For somehow this is tyranny’s disease, to trust no friends
Words are the physicians of the diseased mind.  (Sophocles, Ajax, 964 – 965)

Plato was deeply suspicious of drama.  It was a world of make believe.

Aristophanes

So what gives one a deal of happiness is not to park next to Socrates and waffle all day long, neglecting all great culture, music and the best of the tragedian’s works.  It’s sheer madness to waste your time with lofty, pompous, idle words, with words for idle speculation!  That’s the sign of a man who’s lost his mind!  (1491-9)