Parmenides

Plato · David Horan

When we arrived in Athens from Clazomenae, our hometown, we came across Adimantus and Glaucon in the Agora. Adimantus took me by the hand and said, “Greetings, Cephalus. If there is anything you want here, anything we can do for you, just ask.” “In fact,” said I, “that’s the very reason I’m here, to ask you for something.” “Tell us what you want,” he said. “Your half-brother,” I replied, “on your mother’s side, what was his name? I have forgotten it. He was just a child when I came to Athens previously from Clazomenae, and that was a long time ago now. I think his father’s name was Pyrilampes.” “Indeed so,” he replied. “And his name was?” “Antiphon. But why are you asking?” “These men here,” said I, “are fellow citizens of mine, serious philosophers who have heard that this man, Antiphon, had numerous meetings with a certain Pythodorus, a companion of Zeno’s, and that he had heard the …

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