/lit/ - Literature

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The white font, the vivid color, the general psychedelic flavor of the image: nothing suggested the still composure of marble statues that is usually associated with ancient Greek thought. The cover had nothing of the stern, conservative-looking covers of academic books. And yet, it was edited by worthy academics, some of them well known in the field. Yes, the commentary may have not been the best: but it was still one of the very few commentaries to single treatises of the Enneads one could find in English, and it was supposed to be a serious work, updated and in line with the issues discussed in the most recent secondary literature. It was not for any of these features, though, that I kept wanting to buy the Parmenides Publishing editions of the Enneads. It was purely because of the cover. I realized I couldn’t care less about editors and commentaries. I just wanted to handle and touch and turn pages on a book with that cover, be it in the lonely comfort of my student room or in under the public eye of others in the library. I could have wandered deserts, sit in trains, wait in lines handling that book, and I know seeing that cover would have made me an happy man.

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