Intro to Book II of the 'Life of Socrates': ... {RAISING FLORA}
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I The thought consumed me. Every morning I would open the Post in the hope that someone had committed the act. Not some sick schadenfreude, but to know that someone out there, the victim in this case, was worthy of my empathy for their cause. There were not many reasons I had not yet done the deed myself. (I had tried once, sort of. It was a spur of the moment thing.) But they existed and they were substantial: friendship, the need to nurse a mother’s cloyingly pathological love, the impulse to see what the inheritance will be (an inappropriate, mean impulse which I trusted I had sufficiently suppressed).
Intro to Book II of the 'Life of Socrates': ... {RAISING FLORA}
Intro to Book II of the 'Life of Socrates…
Intro to Book II of the 'Life of Socrates': ... {RAISING FLORA}
I The thought consumed me. Every morning I would open the Post in the hope that someone had committed the act. Not some sick schadenfreude, but to know that someone out there, the victim in this case, was worthy of my empathy for their cause. There were not many reasons I had not yet done the deed myself. (I had tried once, sort of. It was a spur of the moment thing.) But they existed and they were substantial: friendship, the need to nurse a mother’s cloyingly pathological love, the impulse to see what the inheritance will be (an inappropriate, mean impulse which I trusted I had sufficiently suppressed).