Despite his criticisms, however, Socrates failed to grasp either the source of the enduring power of those mythic images, or their larger, true significance. For that crime above all-his rank insensitivity-he met his martyr's fate by drinking the cup of hemlock prescribed by a jury of his Athenian peers.
No More Martyrs
We don't need any more superfluous martyrs. There have been far too many cups of poison already quaffed in the name of some higher truth. What we really need, right here and now, is a useful analysis of a contagion. Only then can I give a full and proper response to Cathy's question: What do you think of all this End of the World stuff? And that's what this book really is: the response I didn't have the time, or presence of mind, to give Cathy that day in the stairwell.
For my youthful, ambitious, but somewhat worried student is, unfortunately, in good company. I know because her story-or rather, her concerns- sounded so eerily familiar, so very close to home.