One of my undergrads has written a brilliant essay comparing what is said of love, madness and the divine in Plato's Phaedrus to Humbert Humbert's self justifications in Lolita.
What happens, in other words, when the unspeakable beyond is incarnated in a being sitting in front of you—this is a question the Phaedrus itself asks of course, making the analysis all the more urgent. It's disturbing and fantastic.
I haven't seen anything like it since Derrida tackled the Phaedrus—but then he wrote on the relatively parenthetical section on books and writing, not on this.
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