DemosthenesIt hardly matters that I was right: my rhetoric was acclaimed, but nothing was done. First Phillip, then his lightening-bold son, then, after some time, the admiring Romans, took our ports, and our gods, bought our teachers, and ignored our lessons. Like Parmenides, they mistook rhetoric for reality, named virtues for the hard discipline of living in the polis. The polis, a manageable home for curious men, eradicated for one thousand years, surfaced in the ruins of Magnae Graecia, then drowned, finally, in your nation-states. Who among you can know: the liberty to explore is not the right to conquer. Pah! And still, in obscure academies, men, speaking tongues at odds, learn mine, admire my arguement, and serve hungry emperors and vast states ruled by Philosopher-Kings. Pah! They learn what they need from me: it hardly matters that I was right.