Magazine | November 13, 2017, Issue

Poetry

IN PLATO’S CAVE

As lights in some cheap movie lit

Reveal the filth in which we sit;

And eyes around recoil in fright:

In Plato’s cave we hate the light.

But dream of being in the womb,

Watch how the hero cheats his doom

And laugh and cry at Chaplin’s walk

That still says more than all our talk.

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IN PLATO’S CAVE As lights in some cheap movie lit Reveal the filth in which we sit; And eyes around recoil in fright: In Plato’s cave we hate the light. But dream of being in ...
Letters

Letters

Kindergarten Controversy We at Catherine Cook School are shocked and disappointed that National Review would allow Frederick Hess and Grant Addison’s article, “Classes of Kindergarteners” (October 15), to be printed without ...
The Week

The Week

‐ So it took only 20 percent of the U.S. uranium supply to make Hillary radioactive. ‐ Former president George W. Bush gave an address in New York on “the Spirit ...

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