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Plato buys some shoes |
A: Ah, hello sir, how may I help you?
P: I'm looking for some shoes
A: Yes sir, this is a shoe shop. Anything in particular?
P: Well anything really, perhaps some black leather, preferably with velcro. I do have trouble with laces.
A: Yes, tricky aren't they sir.
P: But these are all humanistic material concepts. What they really must have, are souls.
A: All the shoes that we sell in this shop have soles.
P: And they're immortal?
A: Well, er, they have a 3 year guarentee
P: No, no, no, all souls must be immortal, you see, souls are...
A: [hastily] Yes, well, perhaps they are sir!!
P: And they are of the highest good?
A: [under breath] No, we sell shoddy workmanship here.
Yes sir.
P: Ah, but do they have recalections from the world of forms?
A: The world of forms? I'm not sure I follow. Is that like the world of leather?
P: The world of forms!! Where the souls came from before they were born into the shoe!
A: [faintly] The manufacturer?
P: No! It is where all perfections lie!
A: Sir! All our shoes are of the best quality...
P: No! Do the souls have recalections of perfect morality, justice....
A: [Quietly into walkie-talkie] Security.
P: I must set them free! The souls are not happy while they are in the shoe. I must set them free!
[Plato starts ripping at the shoes]
A: [Shouting into walkie-talkie] Security! Security!
[Plato gets thrown out of the shoe shop]