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“Atheism or similar charges was not unusual among intellectuals, nor condemned by the masses. The prize-winning plays of Aristophanes were not merely atheist, but made fun of the gods and their prophets and oracles.”

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Book:Phaedo
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Phaedo

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Benjamin Jowett
Benjamin Jowett

Benjamin Jowett was a renowned British scholar and educator, born on April 15, 1817, and died on October 1, 1893. He served as a tutor at Oxford University, where he had a profound impact on British education and academia. more

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