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What's the use of sleeping till past noon if all it gets me is a dream of sitting the top level of the Japanese Language Proficiency Test and not being able to read the tiny print of the exam, while the kind invigilator told me not to worry about quitting. I might as well have got up when I woke up, or woke for the third time because I kept coming to the surface in the dark.

The tiny print was in English and probably references the tiny print of my Plato texts. Anyway, finished the Meno last night and the Crito today. The Meno is head-hurty and hard to follow, even with diagrams, so I am happy to be embarked on the Phaedo now.

Seems we've had yoyoing temps for a good two months now, but in April we get near the need for change of season clothes. I put away the thickest of the wool socks and brought out a couple of the cotton sockettes, pulled the mid-weight culottes from storage, and shall swap the thickest of the waffle tops for tshirts. When temps swing from 20+humidex to 12+wind in the same week, you need a wardrobe for all seasons.

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The Meno! I first read that in school when I was seventeen and did. not. get. the math at all. In fact I still don't really, hah. I always imagine the opening as someone in the agora being really rude: "So hey, SOCRATES! So, can you tell us, huh, is virtue something you can learn, or something that you just know, or, uh, some other thing, huh?" ("Smartass?") Socrates: //mentally cracking knuckles, thinking, well, this will be a fun diversion, maybe a chance to impress that cute boy with the bangs on my left....

Is the Crito where he has the great line, "I am a doctor put on trial by chefs, and judged by a jury of children who love sweets"? Or is that the Apology....the Phaedo is one of the few where he doesn't have a hostile back-and-forth partner, I do remember that.