The sentence is made all the sweeter, of course, by the fact that catamites and such are a topic of Socrates' and Callicles' dispute.
That's what I love about it-- there's man-love and jar-filling right next to each other in the dialogue, and the sentence just runs them together.
I call foul. There are no trolleys in this man-love. Clearly a fabrication.
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whazzat--a coded slam on San Francisco values?
or a plea for more trolley-problems in Socratic ethics?
No, kid bitzer, it's a coincidence that both philosophical history and San Francisco are full of sodomy and theoretical trolleys.
Horse doctoring and flute playing are the Socratic trolleys.
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thanks, ogged. i'll probably need to soon, since i've got a raft of work coming in.