If I'm not a fully-fledged cowboy* philosopher now, I don't know what.
In a local charity shop I notice a large-format hard-cover illustrated book on Plato. I get excited and reach for it, but - as a fully-fledged philosopher tends to do - I keep thinking*** and after a short philosophic (or linguistic) analysation of the situation I conclude that it's not "Plato".
It is "Patato"****.
*don't shoot at me quoting this later on; it's here just counter-factually **to lighten up an otherwise solemn post.
**I'm not splitting; but it does sound awkward, doesn't it? I guess I'll become a Conservative on this one, i.e. apply change after long thorough and muddled consideration and in arbitrarily partial respect for tradition, to so speak.
***or reading; I was so excited that I may have confused the two.
****actually, I must learn to write properly too. (As the better educated among you may have already worked out the tilte was if raw, sarchy fact 'Potato')
(Illustration: This is not a mere shadow of the Ideal Advertising Slogan: this is the real McCoy!)
