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CHAPTER 8 “PLEASE PUT AWAY YOUR BOOKS and take out several sheets of blank paper.” Mr. Dorcas’s voice is monotone. “We are having a pop quiz on The Republic.” The whole class groans. Me? I just carry out his instructions with the resignation of a beaten dog. Since the moment I thought my life couldn’t get worse, the world, this school, and everyone on this island have conspired to prove me monumentally wrong. No one but Nicole and Troy are talking to me, though Troy hasn’t even been at lunch because he’s getting extra tutoring in Chemistry. I keep e-mailing and IMing Cesca and Nola every night in the hope that I’ll eventually wear them down. Mom is giving me my distance, not that I mind, and Damian has been so busy with school business that I haven’t even seen him in days. And, though I’m not mourning the fact that Stella’s stopped speaking to me, I’m starting to miss our sparring sessions. They’re better than no human contact at all. My running times have not improved, despite the millions of hours of extra practice. Coach Lenny assures me I’m just at a pla-
teau and any day now I’m going to see major improvement. I don’t believe him. I still haven’t figured out Plato and have given up all hope of ever understanding his concept of justice. Ironically enough, Physics II and Art History—the classes Nicole switched me to—are the only classes I’m actually doing well in. Everything else will be lucky to see a passing grade. So, of course Mr. Dorcas is giving us a pop quiz on a Friday. It’s just the way my life is going. “Answer the following question.” He tugs on the projection screen, sending it rolling into its case and revealing the pop quiz. An essay question. Hardly shocking. Plato ends The Republic with the myth of Er, a story about the fate of men, both good and bad, in the afterlife. Why do you think he, a believer in reincarnation, chooses this tale with which to end his discourse on justice? The first thing that jumps out at me is the word myth. After what Troy told me, I don’t think some story Plato made up about a guy visiting the afterlife qualifies as “explaining the unexplainable.” This is more like a fairy tale, a story that Plato wanted to be true. He wanted to believe that good men would be rewarded and bad men punished because that would mean the world made sense. Clearly, he’d been burned by the success of some undeserving people. 181
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teau and any day now I’m going to see major improvement. I don’t<br />
believe him.<br />
I still haven’t figured out Plato and have given up all hope of<br />
ever understanding his concept of justice. Ironically enough, Physics<br />
II and Art History—the classes Nicole switched me to—are the<br />
only classes I’m actually doing well in. Everything else will be lucky<br />
to see a passing grade.<br />
So, of course Mr. Dorcas is giving us a pop quiz on a Friday. It’s<br />
just the way my life is going.<br />
“Answer the following question.” He tugs on the projection<br />
screen, sending it rolling into its case and revealing the pop quiz.<br />
An essay question.<br />
Hardly shocking.<br />
Plato ends The Republic with the myth of Er, a story about the fate of<br />
men, both good and bad, in the afterlife. Why do you think he, a believer<br />
in reincarnation, chooses this tale with which to end his discourse on justice?<br />
The first thing that jumps out at me is the word myth. After what<br />
Troy told me, I don’t think some story Plato made up about a guy<br />
visiting the afterlife qualifies as “explaining the unexplainable.”<br />
This is more like a fairy tale, a story that Plato wanted to be true. He<br />
wanted to believe that good men would be rewarded and bad men<br />
punished because that would mean the world made sense.<br />
Clearly, he’d been burned by the success of some undeserving<br />
people.<br />
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