“For there is no light of justice or temperance, or any of the higher ideas which are precious to souls, in the earthly copies of them: they are seen through a glass, dimly…” Socrates and his earnest friend Phaedrus, enjoying the Athenian equivalent of a lunchtime stroll in the park, exchange views on love and on the power of words, spoken and written.By: Plato (428/427 BC - 348/347 BC)

Latest episodes of the podcast Phaedrus

• 01 - My dear Phaedrus, whence come you...
• 02 - What an incomprehensible being you are...
• 03 - Now, Socrates, what do you think?
• 04 - And now, dear Phaedrus, I shall pause...
• 05 - Your love of discourse, Phaedrus, is superhuman...
• 06 - I might tell of many other noble deeds...
• 07 - Thus far I have been speaking...
• 08 - And so the beloved, who, like a god...
• 09 - Shall we discuss the rules of writing...?
• 10 - Suppose that you read me the first words...
• 11 - Leave the unimportant...
• 12 - Oratory is the art of enchanting the soul...
• 13 - Enough appears to have been said...
• 14 - And now, Phaedrus, having agreed...