Politeia
- Sprache:
- Englisch
- Status:
- Vollständiges Werk
- Autorschaft:
- Vom Autor verfasst
- Zustand des Textes:
- Sauberer Text
- Umfang:
- ~110.000 Wörter · 543 Passagen
Dieses Werk zitieren
- APAPlaton. (n.d.). Politeia. SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/de/works/plato/the-republic
- MLAPlaton. "Politeia." SigPhi, https://sigphiai.com/de/works/plato/the-republic.
- ChicagoPlaton. Politeia. SigPhi. https://sigphiai.com/de/works/plato/the-republic.
Wovon es handelt
Ein Dialog darüber, was Gerechtigkeit ist, der am Ende eine ganze Stadt entwirft, um sie im Großen betrachten zu können, und der unterwegs die Ideenlehre, das Höhlengleichnis und ein vollständiges Erziehungsprogramm entfaltet.
Kontext und Geschichte
Um 375 v. Chr. geschrieben, im nach dem Peloponnesischen Krieg besiegten Athen und etwa fünfundzwanzig Jahre nachdem die Stadt Sokrates zum Tode verurteilt hatte. Diese Hinrichtung liegt über dem ganzen Buch: dort beginnt Platons Misstrauen gegen die Demokratie. Es ist das Werk, das das Vokabular der westlichen politischen Philosophie vierundzwanzig Jahrhunderte lang geprägt hat, und zugleich das umstrittenste: jede Generation hat darin eine Utopie oder eine Warnung gelesen, je nach Bedarf.
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The scene is laid in the house of Cephalus at the Piraeus; and the whole dialogue is narrated by Socrates the day after it actually took place to Timaeus, Hermocrates, Critias, and a nameless person, who are introduced in the Timaeus. BOOK I. I went down yesterday to the Piraeus with Glaucon the son of Ariston, that I might offer up my prayers to the goddess (Bendis, the Thracian Artemis.); and also because I wanted to see in what manner they would celebrate the festival, which was a new thing. I was delighted with the procession of the inhabitants; but that of the Thracians was equally, if not more, beautiful. When we had finished our prayers and viewed the spectacle, we turned in the direction of the city; and at that instant Polemarchus the son of Cephalus chanced to catch sight of us from a distance as we were starting on our way home, and told his servant to run and bid us wait for him. The servant took hold of me by the cloak behind, and said: Polemarchus desires you to wait. I turned round, and asked him where his master was. There he is, said the youth, coming after you, if you will only wait. Certainly we will, said Glaucon; and in a few minutes Polemarchus appeared, and with him Adeimantus, Glaucon’s brother, Niceratus the son of Nicias, and several others who had been at the procession. Polemarchus said to me: I perceive, Socrates, that you and your companion are already on your way to the city. You are not far wrong, I said. But do you see, he rejoined, how many we are? Of course. And are you stronger than all these? for if not, you will have to remain where you are.…