Dialogue

 1 Phaedr|         the gift of genius. The real art is always being confused
 2 Phaedr|         that no such thing as a real or disinterested passion,
 3 Phaedr|       also an indication of the real power exercised by the passion
 4 Phaedr|         hour) to be framed upon real dialectical principles.
 5 Phaedr|      the point of a needle, the real error, which is the confusion
 6 Phaedr|        any consideration of His real nature and character or
 7 Phaedr|         Thamus. For there is no real proof that he ever went
 8 Phaedr|        the Platonic and not the real Socrates. Can we suppose ‘
 9 Phaedr|  writing, and so little mind or real creative power? Why did
10 Phaedr|      true knowledge or make any real progress? Why did poetry
11 Phaedr|         abstract, devoid of any real content. At length it ceased
12 Phaedr|       light is thrown by him on real difficulties. He interprets
13 Phaedr|  Socrates, but let me have your real opinion; I adjure you, by
14 Phaedr|        of the lover there is no real kindness; he has an appetite
15 Phaedr|     never is nor ever will be a real art of speaking which is
16 Phaedr| deceived, must exactly know the real likenesses and differences
17 Phaedr|         art must understand the real nature of everything; or
18 Phaedr|         two, although he has no real understanding of the art