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people who sometimes
hunt for what they hold in their hands.1 So we did not turn our eyes upon it, but looked off into the
distance, which perhaps was the reason it escaped us.”
“What do you mean?” he said. “This,”
I replied, “that it seems to me that though we were speaking of it
and hearing about it all the time we did not understand ourselves2 or realize that we were speaking of it in a
sense.” “That is a tedious prologue,” he said,
“for an eager listener.”
Plato. Plato in Twelve Volumes, Vols. 5 & 6 translated by Paul Shorey. Cambridge, MA, Harvard University Press; London, William Heinemann Ltd. 1969.
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