Here inside the Cave, I can only see the shadows of what’s outside.
Does Seneca’s Genius-Madness dichotomy still apply in the contemporary world?
Camus’ L’Étranger doesn’t have the same nuances in English as it does in the original.
Contemporary poetry demonstrates that Wordsworth’s belief that poetry ought to be in the everyday “real language of men” was misguided.
I, personally, would characterize John Stuart Mill as the consummate intellect without a soul.