Socrate:
So you know what beauty is?
Hippias:
Yes, of course.
Socrate:
Would you explain it to me?
Hippias:
That's easy! A beautiful virgin. Socrates, that's beauty.
Socrate:
A good answer. But tell me, Hippias, can we say that a beautiful mare is beautiful?
Hippias:
Yes. In my town, there are mares of great beauty.
Socrate:
And a beautiful pot, Hippias, is that a thing of beauty?
Hippias:
I don't understand, my dear Socrates, why you would use such a mundane object to discuss such lofty ideas.
Socrate:
What can I say? I'm just a boor. But you must admit that a beautiful pot is beautiful.
Hippias:
Yes, perhaps. But even the most beautiful of pots compared to a beautiful virgin is ugly.
Socrate:
Just as the most beautiful virgin is ugly when compared to a god. Isn't that what you're saying?
Hippias:
Exactly.
Socrate:
Yet, earlier you said, "A beautiful virgin. That's what beauty is." And now you're saying that compared to a god she is ugly. But she can't be beautiful and ugly at the same time. You still have not told me what beauty is.
Hippias:
I'll tell you some other time, whenever you want. Good-bye.
Riportata da il 05/03/2025 alle ore 07:54

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