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Soc. And if a desire to be wise in the wisdom whereby they steer chariots led you to blame your father, and I asked what wisdom this was, what would you name in reply? The charioteer’s art, would you not?
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The. Yes.
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Soc. And is that which you happen to be desiring now a nameless one, or has it a name?
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The. I should say it has a name.
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Soc. Now do you know it, though not its name, or do you know its name as well?
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The. I know its name as well.
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Soc. Then what is it? Tell me.
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The. What other name, Socrates, can one give it but wisdom?
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Soc. And the driver’s art too is wisdom? Or do you think it is ignorance?
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The. I do not.
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Soc. You call it wisdom?
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The. Yes.
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Soc. What use do we make of it? Is it not the art whereby we know how to govern a team of horses?
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The. Yes.
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Soc. And the steersman’s art too is wisdom?
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The. I think so.
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Soc. Is not this the art whereby we know how to govern ships?
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The. Yes, it is.
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Soc. And the wisdom that you so desire, what is it? That whereby we know how to govern whom?
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The. To govern men, I imagine.
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Soc. Sick men, do you mean?
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The. Oh, no.
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Soc. For that is medicine, is it not?
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The. Yes.
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Soc. Well, that whereby we know how to govern the singers in a chorus?
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The. No.
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Soc. For that is music?
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The. To be sure.
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Soc. Well, that whereby we know how to govern men in gymnastic training?
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The. No.
