Monday, September 13, 2004


The other night I was home alone reading Socrates in the original Greek when the doorbell rang. I opened the door and found before me three persons dressed in the attire of that antique era when Socrates had lived. The two men spoke, the lovely Grecian woman smiling and eyeing me in a nice way. Through some forgotten magic they had journeyed to modern times in search of an edition of Socratic philosophy which they required for their studies. The books in those times were very expensive and inaccessible to students. It was so important to them they had brought along an Athenian beauty to exchange for the volume. I agreed to the trade. After all, I could always order a replacement copy in case I got bored with the lady. I took a picture of the three of them, then escorted the two men to the door. When I turned to begin a conversation with my new companion I perceived that she had turned to stone. But still, the statue was lovely workmanship and a marvel to behold. It was remarkably similar to the Greek statues I had seen in museums. I placed it in the foyer for all to envy. The next day I ordered a new edition of Socrates.

Story #32

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I would end this story with the sentence ending with "stone".
K.

Robyn said...

LOL well they men thought they had put one over on the Socrates reader, but I guess he was a happier gent than they would have expected. A good trade either way I would say :)
love and light,
Robyn

Indeterminacy said...

K. makes a good point. I dont want to change something that has already been commented on, but I think if I had to do it over I might also have ended the story with the "museum" sentence.