“Buddy, that world of forms, you have no idea…”
This comic is ideal.
Cat and Girl is a recapitulation of the cave, by other means.
No fair she peeked, oops now he’s peeking. (Actually I had to look it up.)
Aren’t they supposed to be tied up?
are they watching reruns of Don Quixote?
Those who can’t pay for the purity of form tickets have to sit up in the balcony with interpretation and reproduction. Because turning our minds in the direction of reason and knowledge can be bought.
@Major English: With what currency can purity of form and the requisite understanding to look upon it be bought with?
Craig, you Sexy Sadie!
According to the comic, probably dollars. According to Craig, Rupees (hopefully the kind that can be found in jars and patches of tall grass). This one would say it takes the price of a semester course in philosophy, or the time it takes to read a book. A book about, you know, grasshoppers.
What a gyp
And the moral of the story is… if you chew popcorn loudly, you will not hear a sound from a movie!