cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well

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when i know, i know with this.

"welcome," said the old man. "will you come with us?"

"where are you going?"

"to the heavenly city, to see our mansions there."

"and who are these with you?"

"strangers to me, until a little while ago; i know them better now. but you i have known for a long time, john weightman. don't you remember your old doctor?"

"are you not ashamed, socrates, of asking a question when you are asked one?"

"well," i said, "but then what am i to do? for i will do whatever you bid; when i do not know what you are asking, you tell me to answer nevertheless, and not to ask again."

"why, you surely have some notion of my meaning," he said.

"yes," i replied.

"well, then, answer according to your notion of my meaning."

"yes," i said, "but if the question which you ask in one sense is understood and answered by me in another, will that please you-if i answer what is not to the point?"

"that will please me very well; but will not please you equally well, as i imagine."

"i certainly will not answer unless i understand you," i said.

"you will not answer," he said, "according to your view of the meaning, because you will be prating, and are an ancient."

now i saw that he was getting angry with me for drawing distinctions, when he wanted to catch me in his springes of words. and i remembered that connus was always angry with me when i opposed him, and then he neglected me, because he thought that i was stupid; and as i was intending to go to euthydemus as a pupil, i reflected that i had better let him have his way, as he might think me a blockhead, and refuse to take me. so i said: "you are a far better dialectician than myself, euthydemus, for i have never made a profession of the art, and therefore do as you say; ask your questions once more, and i will answer."

"answer then," he said, "again, whether you know what you know with something, or with nothing."

"yes," i said, "i know with my soul."

"the man will answer more than the question; for i did not ask you," he said, "with what you know, but whether you know with something."

"again," i replied, "through ignorance i have answered too much, but i hope that you will forgive me. and now i will answer simply that i always know what i know with something."

"and is that something," he rejoined, "always the same, or sometimes one thing, and sometimes another thing?"

"always," i replied, "when i know, i know with this."
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