answer:Platão, um dos mais influentes filósofos da Grécia Antiga, não escreveu obras dedicadas exclusivamente à retórica ou à poética como disciplinas autônomas, mas discutiu esses temas extensivamente em vários de seus diálogos, principalmente em "Fedro", "Górgias" e "A República". Suas críticas e proposições acerca dessas práticas são intrínsecas ao seu sistema filosófico mais amplo, que privilegia a busca pela verdade e o conhecimento (episteme) em contraste com a opinião (doxa). **Retórica** Em "Górgias", Platão debate a natureza e o valor da retórica. O diálogo é nomeado após o sofista Górgias, que era conhecido por ensinar a arte da persuasão. Para Platão, a retórica dos sofistas não se baseava em conhecimento verdadeiro, mas em uma forma de flatteria que tinha o poder de persuadir independentemente da verdade. Assim, a retórica era vista como uma forma de pandering à opinião popular, ao invés de guiar as pessoas em direção ao entendimento verdadeiro. Platão faz uma distinção entre dois usos da retórica: um nobre e outro corrupto. O uso nobre seria aquele a serviço da verdade, visando o bem da alma e fundamentado no conhecimento real das coisas sobre as quais se discursa. O uso corrupto seria o que visa apenas à persuasão e ao ganho pessoal, independente de qualquer compromisso com a verdade. **Poética** A discussão mais famosa de Platão sobre a poética está "A República", mais precisamente no Livro X, onde ele apresenta uma crítica profunda da arte poética, sobretudo da poesia épica e trágica, popular em sua época. Na visão de Platão, a poesia imita a aparência das coisas, mas não sua verdadeira essência. Como tal, ela se baseia na imitação de imitações, já que, na teoria das formas de Platão, o mundo percebido pelos sentidos é apenas uma cópia imperfeita do mundo das formas, que é a verdadeira realidade. Além disso, ele argumenta que a poesia apela para as emoções e parte irracional da alma, ao invés da razão. A poesia, particularmente a trágica, poderia, portanto, corromper o caráter ao encorajar a simpatia por personagens imprudentes ou excessivamente emocionais. Por conta disso, no Estado ideal descrito em "A República", Platão propôs a censura da poesia que não servisse ao propósito de promover a virtude. **Conclusões e Argumentos** Platão chega à conclusão de que tanto a retórica quanto a poesia, como eram praticadas em seu tempo, eram perniciosas à busca e à manutenção da verdade e da virtude. Seu principal argumento contra ambas era que elas podiam enganar e manipular através da aparência em vez de se apoiar no conhecimento verdadeiro das formas. Para exemplificar sua visão sobre a retórica, em "Górgias", Platão usa a analogia do cozinheiro versus o médico. Enquanto o médico sabe o que é verdadeiramente bom para a saúde de uma pessoa, o cozinheiro pode simplesmente se focar em fazer algo agradável ao paladar, sem preocupação com o bem-estar a longo prazo. Da mesma forma, Platão compara o retórico a um cozinheiro que pander a audiência, e o filósofo a um médico que busca o bem real. Em "A República", ao criticar a poesia, ele usa a teoria das Ideias ou das Formas, argumentando que os poetas estão distantes da verdade porque copiam apenas as aparências transitórias das coisas sensíveis, que por sua vez já são cópias das Formas eternas. Essa visão influenciou profundamente a estética e a teoria literária ocidental, embora muitos discordem dele e defendam o valor intrinsicamente humano e até epistemológico da arte. Em suma, no pensamento de Platão, tanto a retórica quanto a poesia são julgadas de acordo com sua capacidade de levar os indivíduos para mais perto ou mais distante da verdade e da virtude. A retórica e a poesia idealizadas por Platão não devem meramente persuadir ou entreter, mas devem elevar a alma, promovendo o conhecimento verdadeiro e o caráter virtuoso.

answer:Platão aborda a questão da política principalmente em duas de suas obras: "A República" e "As Leis". Nessas obras, ele detalha sua visão ideal de como a sociedade e o Estado deveriam ser estruturados e governados. A filosofia política de Platão está intrinsecamente ligada à sua metafísica e epistemologia, onde a busca pela verdade e justiça são cruciais. **"A República"** No diálogo "A República", Platão tenta definir a justiça e, ao fazer isso, descreve um Estado idealizado em que essa justiça seria perfeitamente encarnada. Ele propõe uma sociedade baseada em uma rígida divisão de classes, estruturada de acordo com a capacidade natural dos indivíduos, determinada por suas "almas". De acordo com esse modelo, a sociedade é dividida principalmente em três classes: os governantes (filósofos-reis), os guardiões (guerreiros) e os produtores (artesãos, agricultores, comerciantes etc.). Platão argumenta que os filósofos são os mais adequados para governar por possuírem conhecimento (episteme) da verdadeira natureza da justiça, da bondade e das formas ideais. Os governantes são, em seu Estado ideal, despojados de propriedade privada e família, evitando conflitos de interesse e garantindo que suas ações visem ao bem comum. Os guardiões, por sua vez, são responsáveis pela defesa do Estado e pela manutenção da ordem interna. Eles são educados para serem corajosos e fortes, mas também para terem um firme entendimento dos ideais do Estado, apoiando os governantes e protegendo os produtores. Os produtores são a maior classe e responsáveis pelas atividades econômicas e pela produção de bens materiais. Embora tenham a menor participação no governo, suas necessidades e bem-estar são garantidos dentro dos limites do Estado. Platão justifica essa estrutura hierárquica argumentando que, da mesma forma que cada parte do corpo humano tem uma função específica, cada classe na cidade teria uma função única que contribuiria para a saúde e harmonia do todo. Ele usa a alegoria do navio para descrever o papel dos filósofos-reis: apenas o verdadeiro "navegador", aquele que conhece os céus, pode guiar a "nave-estado" com segurança, enquanto os demais competem pelo poder sem o conhecimento necessário. **"As Leis"** Em "As Leis", Platão propõe um segundo modelo de Estado, percebido como mais prático e realista comparado ao modelo ideal de "A República". Nesta obra, Platão concebe um estado que ainda está baseado na virtude e no conhecimento, mas que admite as limitações humanas mais explicitamente. Aqui, ele se concentra mais no papel das leis do que na governança dos filósofos-reis e propõe medidas concretas para o funcionamento do Estado. **Conclusões e Argumentos** Platão conclui que a justiça no Estado só pode ser alcançada quando cada classe desempenha seu papel apropriado, sem interferir nas funções das outras, o que ele chama de "justiça social". Também argumenta pela justiça individual, onde cada parte da alma (racional, irascível e apetitiva) deve cumprir com sua função, de maneira análoga à estrutura do Estado ideal. A alma racional deveria governar, com o espírito auxiliando e os apetites sendo adequadamente controlados. Um dos principais argumentos de Platão é que o conhecimento e a sabedoria são pré-requisitos para liderar eficazmente um Estado, e é por isso que os filósofos, como amantes da sabedoria, são os mais adequados para esta tarefa. A ênfase de Platão no papel das ideias e na necessidade de conhecimento reflete sua crença de que o mundo dos sentidos é enganoso e que apenas através da compreensão do mundo das formas pode-se atingir a verdade e implementá-la em política. As propostas políticas de Platão foram muito influentes, mas também controversas, pois a implementação de seu Estado ideal exige um alto grau de controle sobre os indivíduos e pode parecer autoritária. No entanto, o valor de suas ideias reside em grande parte no seu compromisso com a noção de que a política deve ser fundamentada na verdade, na justiça, e no bem comum, em vez de na busca por poder ou riqueza pessoais.

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answer:Episode 2 "Take it off." In the dim room, where a few lights illuminated the space. Just after having bathed, her hair still not completely dry and wavering. Alicia was with the third son of the Shugenharz family, Baryan. "...Yes." At his commanding words, Alicia was flustered, but having been somewhat prepared since the moment she was sold, she swallowed the lump in her throat and acknowledged with an answer. She began to slowly undress. Swish-. Clothes that wouldn't clean no matter how many times they were beaten with a laundry baton had stains that wouldn't come out. With nowhere proper to place them, she laid them on the floor. She couldn't even think of placing them on a chair or bed, as her clothes seemed far too filthy. And so, having shed a layer, only a single piece of clothing remained on her. If she were to remove even this, she would be left with nothing at all to cover herself. Alicia glanced, struggling to hide her tremble, at the man who had given her the order. The man who had become her master as of today was observing her body as if he bore no sense of shame at all. His sharp eyes brought back the trembling and embarrassment she had tried to hide. The man's gaze was unmoving, not showing the slightest hint of shifting. "...Excuse me, Mister Baryan." Ultimately, Alicia called out his name. And met his blade-sharp look. "Should I… even take off my underwear?" She asked, knowing what the answer would likely be, but she asked regardless. Though she thought she was resolved, her natural defensive instincts had presented themselves unbidden. "……." His gaze deepened even more as he looked at her. She worried he might scold her for asking such a thing. Suddenly he rose from where he had been sitting. His large frame seemed threatening to her. Her mind went blank. Her ability to think stopped and began to spin in circles. "…Sir." She couldn't resist. She had no choice but to accept. There was this much of a difference in their positions. "……." His long yet somehow elegant wrist extended toward her. His target was herself. ...Eek. Before she knew it, she had tightly shut her eyes. Then came a follow-up, "Ah!" A stinging finger. Her forehead hurt. "It's clear what you're thinking. Tsk tsk. To think you'd be in heat when facing your owner... Worry not, I harbor no lustful thoughts for the likes of you." "...Yes?" "What a dim-witted look. I measured your body earlier today to create an outfit that fits you perfectly. That's what I meant when I said to change. How long were you planning to wear such filthy clothing?" Expressing irritation, the man pointed his chin somewhere. As Alicia pressed her throbbing forehead and looked to the pointed direction, neatly folded clothes of the same style as the other servants were laid out on the chair. ...It was too dark to see earlier. "...I apologize." Alicia bowed deeply. So much so that her face could no longer be seen, bowed down by the darkness. Although this incident occurred because of the darkness, thanks to the darkness, she could also hide her blushing face... "...If you feel ashamed, then hurry and get dressed. You have many tasks awaiting you. We have no time to waste." "...Yes." That was the end of it. *** By the time Alicia's cheeks, flushed with embarrassment, had returned to their normal color. She stood before a mountain of giant books piled in front of her, unable to close her mouth. "Close that insolent mouth of yours and pay attention to what I'm about to say." Snap. As her wide eyes stared at me, I shut my mouth. Her gaze showed her determination to remember every single word I would say without missing a beat. Good, she appears ready. I asked the attentive Alicia. "What is magic?" "A blessing from the gods." "...Quite a stuffy and standard answer. Compare magic to a part of your body. What do you think it's most similar to?" Alicia pondered for a while before answering, perhaps worrying that if she took too long, she would be scolded. "It's like... the brain, isn't it?" The brain. It's not wrong, but it's not what I intended. "Magic is like a muscle." "A muscle… you say?" Alicia's focus softened, her head tilting slightly in confusion. Now, I'll explain it in terms simple enough for even a child to understand, so just listen. "Yes, it's like muscle fibers." Using the knowledge of 'Baryan,' the character I'm embodying, I began to explain the basics of magic to her. Some parts were hard to grasp at first, but fortunately, as the heroine with an important role, she had a usable head. Even complicated concepts were acknowledged with nods and sparkling eyes. Additionally, it was easier to explain since she, unlike many commoners, could read and write. If she couldn’t, it would have been difficult to give her assignments. "So, unused magic may never manifest, but once you grasp the feeling, development is possible unless you're a complete dullard. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand. Ultimately, what's important is the sensation of use, its size, and density." "Good, you've finally surpassed the level of a newborn. What you've learned today is the most elementary of the basics of magic, something anyone with a desire for magic would know. ...However, it's also a very important concept. You must never forget it." "I won't forget it." Her eyes were deadly serious. "Alright, that'll do. Whatever you learned today will be reviewed tomorrow, so just remember that… Let’s talk about something else now." Looking at the clock on the wall, much time had already passed. It was time to end the lessons and discuss other matters. I brought her here for my future wealth and glory. It's certain this will have a big butterfly effect in the future. Therefore, I need to minimize the damage to me while maximizing my benefits. "I shall tell you about the future that awaits you." "The future… you say?" Technically, these are tasks for my benefit. "Yes. As I've mentioned before, you will learn both theory and practice at the same time to master magic." "...Yes. I will do my utmost." "Doing your utmost isn't enough. You must do well. No one will recognize the process you undergo. In the end, only the results matter." "...I will show you the best results, Sir." "Looking at you, it seems you still don't completely trust what I'm saying. And here I was calling you an insane genius." Though she was the heroine in this plot, she's a girl who has been secluded in a countryside, enduring hardship and growing up. Suddenly being told that she's overflowing with talent isn't easily believed or felt. "...I have deeply engrained your words, Sir. I believe there must be a fitting reason you've told me so." "I take it you’re a servant, aren’t you, with such pretty words? Well, nonetheless, you will be accompanying me to Academia after six months of magic training." "Academia, you say…!" "The gateway necessary to nurture heroes. It's also called the Hero Academy." A haven for learning and training, where the focus of the world converges. This is a major stage where the protagonists and main characters of this novel world make numerous appearances. Where those two main protagonists, which irritate me, strut about. "You will be representing the name of Shugenharz." The thought makes me laugh. I'll be Cynthia, the blasted heroine, to defeat those damned protagonists. "……." A silence lingered before Alicia cautiously spoke up, her fear clearly evident. "If it is your wish, Sir, I will do my best. Yet... I worry about tarnishing the honor of the great Shugenharz name because of me—ah!" I flicked the forehead of the anxious girl. "...Ouch." Quite hard. Looking her straight in the eye, I conveyed my message. Apparently, this girl needs a great deal of mental training. "Remember this." You who do not know your worth. "As you said, I am a direct descendant of the great Shugenharz family. My status and position are simply on a different level from that of a common peasant's daughter like you." "……." "Those who are high up bear heavy responsibilities and have much to do. Every day, they must acquire learning enough to bridge the gap between heaven and earth, and they must dedicate time to unnecessary socializing events. That’s not all, but even this alone is insufficient no matter how little sleep I get. To put it simply, I am very busy." But I still came for you. "That is always the case, including right now." While I haven’t neglected my own studies, prioritizing Alicia is a fact. "I am a very realistic and calculating person. If your education was useless and hopeless, something worthless, I wouldn't have bothered to personally teach you magic like this." This is an absolute truth. Upon hearing the fact, Alicia looked surprised, frozen in thought. No response, no sound. I looked at her. As silence flowed, the blue moon that had been obscured by black clouds outside the window slowly revealed itself, sending down a beam of light to brighten the room. The room brightens and Alicia's face is visible. She merely waits still, anticipating the words to come. "You possess worth, talent. Why? Because…" I smiled. An arrogant and utterly authoritative smile. "Because I, myself, have acknowledged it. No other pitiful reason is required. That alone is more than enough." I asked her. "Your answer is...?" Alicia had bowed her head low enough to hide her face, just as she had when she was embarrassed or wanted to hide her expression. "...Yes, thank you." Her voice quivered with moisture. Even Alicia herself seemed surprised by the trembling voice that emerged. In truth, I hadn't said much. I neither comforted her nor kindly instilled confidence in her. Nonetheless. Alicia shed a single tear. And I knew the meaning behind her tears. That she had talent, that she could actually do something. It was likely the first time someone had spoken to her as if they believed in her. Such a delicate and twisted woman. "That's enough. Starting tomorrow, you will have to perform tasks harder than today's, so go to sleep now. I too will take my leave." "……." She didn't respond, so I flicked her forehead. "…Ah!" "I can't count how many times I've had to flick today. Even my fingers are numb. As I said in the carriage, always respond to your master’s questions." With slightly moist eyes, she answered. A faint smile was noticeable on her lips. "...Yes. I will keep it in mind!" *** Alicia lay in bed. The night was far gone, immersed in darkness, but sleep eluded her. "...To think I have talent." Her mother lived with her, never expecting anything from her. She said that it was Alicia's fate to assist her for her entire life, since she couldn’t do anything else. Alicia didn’t dislike helping her mother and thought she wasn't good at anything else, so she complied without complaint. But she never expected things to turn out like this. Just one day. In just one day, everything around Alicia had completely changed. She was truly shocked when a strange man kicked his way into her house, and when he said he was buying her for a high price, it felt like the sky was falling down. On the carriage ride, he had spilled unbelievable words like having to learn magic and possessing talent. And just a moment ago, he told her to trust her worth and have confidence—ah, maybe he didn't say to have confidence. He wasn't that kind of person. The man who had become her master was incredibly proud and possessed qualities to justify such pride. Perhaps that allowed him to make such bold statements. Such a person had brought her from far away and was now providing her with a magic education that would have cost a fortune. "...If I truly do have talent, how will I know?" How did he discover a commoner who was living in a remote part of the countryside? What had he heard about her? She still knew nothing about that. He seemed like a bad person... or maybe not. It’s hard to define him in one way. "Ugh..." Her head was in chaos. She was worried about her mother, uncertain about her own future. They had made a promise, so she would be able to see her mother once a year, but what if it was a lie…? No, he didn't seem like that kind of person… or did he…? ...No point in worrying about it now. Right. Let’s just do the best with the situation at hand. Just as she always had. With that resolution, a moment’s memory swept by. Today, misunderstanding his intentions, she undressed and said strange things, and she let him see her tears. "……." She grabbed the pillow beside her. Then she lifted it over her face, covering it with her arms. The comfortable pillow smelled nice, but her fingers gripped it tightly, creating wrinkles. "…Ugh!" While she was filled with unknowns, one thing was certain at the moment. "I’m so embarrassed…!!"