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Editorial Board
Anthony J. Cascardi, Comparative Literature, Romance, Languages, and Rhetoric,
University of California, Berkeley
David Damrosch, Comparative Literature, Harvard
Moira Gatens, Philosophy, Sydney
Garry Hagberg, Philosophy, Bard
Philip Kitcher, Philosophy, Columbia
Joshua Landy, French and Comparative Literature, Stanford University
Toril Moi, Literature, Romance Studies, Philosophy, and Theater Studies, Duke University
Martha C. Nussbaum, Philosophy and Law School, University of Chicago
Bernard Rhie, English, Williams College
David Wellbery, Germanic Studies, Comparative Literature, and Committee
on Social Thought, University of Chicago
Paul Woodruff, Philosophy and Classics, University of Texas at Austin
Philosophical Perspectives
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CONTENTS
Editor’s Introduction 1
Paul Woodruff
1. Oedipus Tyrannus and the Cognitive Value of Literature 17
Noël Carroll
2. The Killing Feet: Evidence and Evidence Sensitivity
in Oedipus Tyrannus 41
C. D. C. Reeve
3. In the Ruins of Self-Knowledge: Oedipus Unmade 65
Garry L. Hagberg
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At least since Plato had Socrates criticize the poets and attempt to
displace Homer as the authoritative articulator and transmitter of
human experience and values, philosophy and literature have de-
veloped as partly competing, partly complementary enterprises.
Both literary writers and philosophers have frequently studied and
commented on each other’s texts and ideas, sometimes with ap-
proval, sometimes with disapproval, in their efforts to become clearer
about human life and about valuable commitments––moral, artistic,
political, epistemic, metaphysical, and religious, as may be. Plato’s
texts themselves register the complexity and importance of these
interactions in being dialogues in which both deductive argumenta-
tion and dramatic narration do central work in furthering a complex
body of views.
While these relations have been widely recognized, they have also
frequently been ignored or misunderstood, as academic disciplines
have gone their separate ways within their modern institutional
settings. Philosophy has often turned to science or mathematics as
providing models of knowledge; in doing so it has often explicitly set
itself against cultural entanglements and literary devices, rejecting,
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S e r i e s E d i t o r’ s F o r e w o r d
Richard Eldridge
Swarthmore College
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PAU L W O O D RU F F
1. We may have no doubt that Plato’s criticism of tragedy is sincere, as we find it voiced by both
Socrates, in the Republic (10.605a–607b), and by the Athenian in the Laws (2.658d– 659c).
The essence of the criticism in both dialogues is that Athenian tragic poetry is governed
by its aim of pleasing a general audience rather than by the Platonic aim of reinforcing the
people’s commitment to virtue. In the Laws, traditional tragedy will be replaced by choral
performances involving the whole city with this aim (2.665d–671a). Plato also objects to
specific features of the stories poets tell of gods behaving badly and heroes giving way to
emotion (Republic 2.376e–3.392a). There his examples are from Homer, but he thinks that
tragic poets follow Homer’s lead (10.598d–e).
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FORS CLAVIGERA.
LETTER LIV.
Before going on with my own story to-day, I must fasten down a main
principle about doing good work, not yet enough made clear.
“I must do what I think right.” How often is this sentence uttered and
acted on—bravely—nobly—innocently; but always—because of its
egotism—erringly. You must not do what you think right, but,
whether you or anybody think, or don’t think it, what is right.
You might be doing much less, and yet much better:—perhaps you
are doing your best in producing, or doing, an eternally bad thing.
All these three sayings, and the convictions they express, are wise
only in the mouths and minds of wise men; they are deadly, and all
the deadlier because bearing an image and superscription of virtue,
in the mouths and minds of fools.
The wise man knows his master. Less or more wise, he perceives
lower or higher masters; but always some creature larger than
himself—some law holier than his own. A law to be sought—learned,
loved—obeyed; but in order to its discovery, the obedience must be
begun first, to the best one knows. Obey something; and you will
have a chance some day of finding out what is best to obey. But if
you begin by obeying nothing, you will end by obeying Beelzebub
and all his seven invited friends.
Our house was the fourth part of a group which stand accurately on
the top or dome of the hill, where the ground is for a small space
level, as the snows are (I understand) on the dome of Mont Blanc;
presently falling, however, in what may be, in the London clay
formation, considered a precipitous slope, to our valley of Chamouni
(or of Dulwich) on the east; and with a softer descent into Cold
Arbour, (nautically aspirated into Harbour)-lane on the west: on the
south, no less beautifully declining to the dale of the Effra, (doubtless
shortened from Effrena, signifying the “Unbridled” river; recently, I
regret to say, bricked over for the convenience of Mr. Biffin, the
chemist, and others); while on the north, prolonged indeed with slight
depression some half mile or so, and receiving, in the parish of
Lambeth, the chivalric title of ‘Champion Hill,’ it plunges down at last
to efface [158]itself in the plains of Peckham, and the rustic solitudes
of Goose Green.
The group, of which our house was the quarter, consisted of two
precisely similar partner-couples of houses,—gardens and all to
match; still the two highest blocks of buildings seen from Norwood
on the crest of the ridge; which, even within the time I remember,
rose with no stinted beauty of wood and lawn above the Dulwich
fields.
This was partly the fault of my father’s modesty; and partly of his
pride. He had so much more confidence in my mother’s judgment as
to such matters than in his own, that he never ventured even to help,
much less to cross her, in the conduct of my education; on the other
hand, in the fixed purpose of making an ecclesiastical gentleman of
me, with the superfinest of manners, and access to the highest
circles of fleshly and spiritual society, the visits to Croydon, where I
entirely loved my aunt, and young baker-cousins, became rarer and
more rare: the society of our neighbours on the hill could not be had
without breaking up our regular and sweetly selfish manner of living;
and on the whole, I had nothing animate to care for, in a childish
way, but myself, some nests of ants, which the gardener would never
leave undisturbed for me, and a sociable bird or two; though I never
had the sense or perseverance to make one really tame. But that
was partly because, if ever I managed to bring one to be the least
trustful of me, the cats got it. [161]
I remember nothing of the story he used to tell me, now; but I have
the picture still, and hope to leave it finally in the Oxford schools,
where, if I can complete my series of illustrative work for general
reference, it will be of some little use as an example of an old-
fashioned method of water-colour drawing not without its
advantages; and, at the same time, of the dangers incidental in it to
young students, of making their castles too yellow, and their
fishermen too blue.
The series of the Waverley novels, then drawing towards its close,
was still the chief source of delight in all households caring for
literature; and I can no more recollect the time when I did not know
them than when I did not know the Bible; but I have still a vivid
remembrance of my father’s intense expression of sorrow mixed with
scorn, as he threw down ‘Count Robert of Paris,’ after reading three
or four pages; and knew that the life of Scott was ended: the scorn
being a very complex and bitter feeling in him,—partly, indeed, of the
book itself, but chiefly of the wretches who were [164]tormenting and
selling the wrecked intellect, and not a little, deep down, of the subtle
dishonesty which had essentially caused the ruin. My father never
could forgive Scott his concealment of the Ballantyne partnership.
And for best and truest beginning of all blessings, I had been taught
the perfect meaning of Peace, in thought, act, and word.
Next to this quite priceless gift of Peace, I had received the perfect
understanding of the natures of Obedience and Faith. I obeyed word,
or lifted finger, of father or mother, simply as a ship her helm; not
only without idea of resistance, but receiving the direction as a part
of my own life and force, a helpful law, as necessary to me in every
moral action as the law of gravity in leaping. And my practice in Faith
was soon complete: nothing was ever promised me that was not
given; nothing ever threatened me that was not inflicted, and nothing
ever told me that was not true. [166]
Peace, obedience, faith; these three for chief good; next to these,
the habit of fixed attention with both eyes and mind—on which I will
not farther enlarge at this moment, this being the main practical
faculty of my life, causing Mazzini to say of me, in conversation
authentically reported, a year or two before his death, that I had “the
most analytic mind in Europe.” An opinion in which, so far as I am
acquainted with Europe, I am myself entirely disposed to concur.
And I chanced, as Fors would have it, to fall, but last week, as I was
arranging some books bought two years ago, and forgotten ever
since,—on an instance of the use [170]of extreme severity in
education, which cannot but commend itself to the acceptance of
every well informed English gentlewoman. For all well informed
English gentlewomen and gentle-maidens, have faithful respect for
the memory of Lady Jane Grey.
But I never myself, until the minute when I opened that book, could
at all understand Lady Jane Grey. I have seen a great deal, thank
Heaven, of good, and prudent, and clever girls; but not among the
very best and wisest of them did I ever find the slightest inclination to
stop indoors to read Plato, when all their people were in the Park. On
the contrary, if any approach to such disposition manifested itself, I
found it was always, either because the scholastic young person
thought that somebody might possibly call, suppose—myself, the
Roger Ascham of her time,—or suppose somebody else who would
prevent her, that day, from reading “piu avanti,” or because the
author who engaged her attention, so far from being Plato himself,
was, in many essential particulars, anti-Platonic. And the more I
thought of Lady Jane Grey, the more she puzzled me.
Thus far, except in the trouble of reading black letters, I have given
you nothing new, or even freshly old. All this we have heard of the
young lady a hundred times over. But next to this, comes something
which I fancy will be unexpected by most of my readers. For the
fashion of all literary students, catering for the public, has hitherto
been to pick out of their author whatever bits they thought likely to be
acceptable to Demos, and to keep everything of suspicious taste out
of his [172]dish of hashed hare. Nay, ‘he pares his apple that will
cleanly eat,’ says honest George Herbert. I am not wholly sure,
however, even of that; if the apple itself be clean off the bough, and
the teeth of little Eve and Adam, what teeth should be, it is quite
questionable whether the good old fashion of alternate bite be not
the method of finest enjoyment of flavour. But the modern
frugivorous public will soon have a steam-machine in Covent
Garden, to pick the straw out of their strawberries.
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“But I would ask you whether Mr. Hansard’s life, even as you know it,
(and you don’t know half the St. George-like work he has done and
is doing,) is not a proof that we priests can and do sacrifice;—that we
can offer ourselves, our souls and bodies?
“Of course I agree with you and Mr. Lyttel that the preaching of
‘Christ’s life instead of our lives’ is false and damnatory; but I am
sorry that, instead of backing those who teach the true and salutary
Gospel, you condemn us all alike, wholesale. I think you will find that
you will want even our help to get the true Gospel taught.
“It is because I have already received so much help from you that I
write this letter.
[177]