Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Camille Pissarro Place du Theatre Francais

Camille Pissarro Place du Theatre FrancaisCamille Pissarro Landscape at ChaponvalSir Henry Raeburn Boy And RabbitJean Fragonard Young Girl Reading
sat back.
"What is it you fear?" he said. "Here in your desert, with your . . . gods? Is it not that, deep in your souls, you knowDidactylos.
Although one of the most quoted and popular philosophers of all time, Didactylos the Ephebian never achieved the respect of his fellow philosophers. They felt he wasn't philosopher material. He didn't bathe often enough or, to put it another way, at all. And he philosophized about the wrong sorts of things. And he was interested in the wrong sorts of things. Dangerous things. Other philosophers asked questions like: Is Truth Beauty, and is Beauty Truth? and: is Reality Created by the Observer? But Didactylos posed the famous philosophical conundrum: "Yes, But What's It Really All About, Then, When You Get Right Down To It, I Mean Really!"
His philosophy was a mixture of three famous schools-the Cynics, the Stoics, and the Epicureansand summed up all three of them in his famous phrase, "You can't trust any bugger further than that your gods are as shifting as your sand?""Oh, yes," said the Tyrant. "We know that. That's always been a point in their favor. We know about sand. And your God is a rock-and we know about rock." Om stumped along a cobbled alley, keeping to the shade as much as possible.There seemed to be a lot of courtyards. He paused at the point where the alley opened into yet another of them.There were voices. Mainly there was one voice, petulant and reedy.This was the philosopher

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