Arts, History, Philosophy, Science

Quantum Leaps: Plato

Portrait of Plato. Luni marble. Roman copy after a Greek original of Silanion. Inv. No. MC 1377. Rome, Capitoline Museums, Museum Montemartini.

Copy after the statue created by the renowned portrait-sculptor Silanion. The original, commissioned by Mithridates, was dedicated to the Muses in the Academy, seat of the philosophical school founded by Plato in Athens.

c. 427 – 347 BC

To understand how Plato came to the conclusions which have exercised such a profound impact on Western thinking, it is necessary to understand his own influences. Born in or around Athens at a time when the city-state was flourishing as one of the most dominant and culturally enlightened places on earth, he was strongly affected by the arguments of another great philosopher, Socrates, who also lived there. Socrates’ approach was to constantly strive for clearer definitions of words and people’s perceptions of those words in order to get nearer to ‘the truth’ that lay behind their often irritational and ill-thought-out use of them. This introduced to Plato the notion of ‘reality’ being distorted by human perceptions, which would become important in his approach to science and, in particular, metaphysics.

. Socrates’ Influence

Socrates’ was executed in 399 BC for allegedly ‘corrupting’ the youth of Athens with his ‘rebellious’ ideas. Reacting to this, Plato fled the city-state and began a tour of many countries which would last more than a decade. On his travels, he encountered a group of people who would become another major influence, the Pythagoreans. Begun by their founder Pythagoras, the school of disciples in Croton continued to promote their ‘all is number’ approach to everything.

. The Theory of Forms

The combination of these two major forces on Plato – plus, of course, his own work – brought him to his Theory of Forms, his main legacy to scientific thought. This consisted of an argument that nature, as seen through human eyes, was merely a flawed version of true ‘reality’ or ‘forms’; in an instructive metaphor, he compares humanity with cave dwellers, who live facing the back wall of the cave. What they perceive as reality, is merely the shadows thrown out by the sun. There is, therefore, little to be learnt from direct observation of them. For Plato, there had always existed an eternal, underlying mathematical form and order to the universe, and what humans saw were merely glimpses of it, usually corrupted by their own irrational perceptions and prejudices about the way things ‘are’.

Consequently, for Plato, like the Pythagoreans, the only valid approach to science was a rational, mathematical one which sought to establish universal truths irrespective of the human condition. This validation of the numerical method strongly impacted on science; disciples following in its tradition ‘made’ discoveries by mathematical prediction. For example, arithmetic calculations would suggest that future discoveries would have particular properties, in the case of unknown elements in Dmitry Mendeleev’s first periodic table for instance, and subsequent investigative work by scientists would prove the mathematics to be true. It is an approach still used by scientists today.

. The Academy

Plato also helped to influence scientific thought in a much more physical sense by founding an Academy on his return to Athens in 387 BC. Some commentators claim this institute to be the first European university, and certainly its founding principles as a school for the systematic search for scientific and philosophical knowledge were consistent with such an establishment. Plato’s influence was pervasive; it is said there was inscription over the entrance to the institute which read, ‘Let no one enter here who is ignorant of geometry.’ Over the subsequent centuries, the Athenian Academy became recognised as the leading authority in mathematics, astronomy, science and philosophy, amongst other subjects. It survived for nearly a thousand years until the Roman emperor Justinian shut it down in 529 AD, around the time the Dark Ages began.

. The Legacy of Plato

Plato is best remembered today as one of the greatest philosophers of the Western tradition. He might not, therefore, be an obvious candidate for inclusion in any compendium of famous or influential scientists. But in exactly the same way that the influence of Plato’s work stretched into many other academic areas such as education, literature, political thought, epistemology and aesthetics, so it is the case with his science.

Although Plato’s scientific and philosophical knowledge has undergone significant revival and reinterpretation over the course of history, his logical approach to science remains influential, standing testament to his far-reaching ideas.

‘Geometry existed before creation.’ – Plato

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Arts, Films

Film Review: Their Finest

REVIEW

Keeping calm and carrying on: Gemma Arterton and Bill Nighy in Their Finest.

Intro: Gemma Arterton leads a cracking cast in this witty, poignant tale of Britain’s finest hour.

Danish director Lone Scherfig has a remarkably keen eye and ear for the intricate details of British class and period.

Her 2009 feature An Education wonderfully evoked suburban London in the Sixties, The Riot Club (2014) went to town on badly-behaved Oxbridge toffs, and now here’s Their Finest, a beguiling romantic not-quite-comedy set in 1940.

Like An Education, which was based on the memoir by journalist Lynn Barber, Their Finest has also sprung from a book, in this case a novel by Lissa Evans about the making of a propaganda film thinly disguised as a drama, at the height of the Blitz.

And like An Education, except more so, the story is, above all, about a particular young woman asserting her place in a world ruled by men. This is the engaging Catrin Cole (charmingly played by Gemma Arterton), not a radiant English rose but a sunny Welsh daffodil, who has arrived in wartime London from Ebbw Vale with struggling artist husband Ellis (Jack Huston).

She is a talented copywriter, who goes for an interview with the Ministry of Information for what she thinks is a secretarial job. In fact, they want her to craft ‘women’s dialogue’ for their propaganda features.

The contemptuous film-industry word for female chatter in such films is ‘slop’, and we are left in no doubt by Gaby Chiappe’s script, which just occasionally errs on the heavy-handed side, that ministry women are third-class citizens.

The one female who has risen in the ranks is a rather butch lesbian (improbably yet nicely played by the decidedly non-butch Rachael Stirling). But Catrin finds herself firmly at the bottom of the heap.

‘Obviously, we can’t pay you as much as the chaps,’ she is told by her pompous new boss, played, or rather over-played, by Richard Grant.

Overall, Chiappe – an experienced TV writer (Lark Rise To Candleford, Shetland, The Level) here making her feature-film debut – does a lovely job of weaving Catrin’s doughty career progress in with her burgeoning feelings for screenwriting colleague Tom Buckley (Sam Claflin).

Conveniently, Ellis turns out to be rather a rotter, whereas Buckley, beneath his sneery, superior air, is a decent sort of cove, with a matinee-idol smile.

 

THEIR project, one designed not only to repair morale left in tatters by the Luftwaffe, but also to persuade the Americans to come to the aid of the plucky Brits, is a film based on a newspaper story about heroic twin sisters from Essex.

Catrin is despatched to Southend to get the sister’s story; how they borrowed their father’s rickety fishing boat and braved the Channel to rescue troops trapped at Dunkirk. Never mind that it isn’t entirely true; facts are pliable in wartime.

Besides, if all that were not rousing enough, one of the Dunkirk survivors brings home a terrier in his kitbag.

‘Authenticity, optimism, and a dog!’ cries the producer, Hungarian émigré Gabriel Baker (Henry Goodman), presumably based on the great filmmaker Emeric Pressburger. He knows just how to appeal to British sensibilities.

Their Finest is a serious tale, however. It is littered with casualties of war and lurches in some unexpected directions with several, tragic twists. Yet it is leavened with plenty of deft comic touches.

Mostly, these are supplied by Bill Nighy, as a vain, mannered old ham of an actor, called Ambrose Hilliard. There’s no point cracking any kind of gag about Nighy being perfectly cast in such a role, since he’s already dropped them all himself in the publicity interviews.

Besides, he really is very funny, at one point investing ‘semolina pudding’ with exactly the same predatory loucheness Leslie Phillips used to get out of ‘Ding Dong!’

Eddie Marsan and Helen McCrory, as Hilliard’s agent and his sister, provide sterling comic support.

And Jeremy Irons pops up, too, enjoying himself hugely in a cameo as a starchy Ministry of War mandarin.

The excellence of the cast is but one of many reasons to see this film.

It’s witty and warm-hearted, and genuinely poignant at times, but, maybe usefully of all, it offers a fresh, enlightening perspective on a period so frequently depicted by the movies that I didn’t think there were any true, or true-ish, stories left to tell.

It turns out that there are.

 

Their Finest (12A)

Verdict: Beguiling wartime drama ★★★★

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Arts, Drama

Whodunnit: The Stolen Statuette

LATERAL THINKING DRAMA & WHODUNNIT

In the case of the Stolen Statuette, Oliver is sure that Bill is responsible for stealing the statuette. But how can he be sure that he knows for certain?

Anthony Long looked decidedly out of sorts. He was unusually pale, with dark smudges under his eyes, and his customary brisk gait had given way to a sullen slouch. Watching him approach, Oliver quickly decided to change plans and suggest a coffee shop, rather than the game he had obtained tickets for.

“You look dreadful,” Oliver said, by way of greeting.

Anthony nodded. “Two hours sleep. Maybe less.”

“Coffee?”

“You’re a life-saver.”

Ten minutes later, the men were seated at a quiet table in the corner of a café. As soon as the waitress was out of earshot, Anthony leaned forward. “I’m in a bit of a bind,” he said, quietly. “I could do with some advice, Olly.”

“You know I’ll give it my best shot.”

“Thanks. I had a break-in at the house yesterday.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Oliver said. “Did they take anything of value?”

Anthony nodded glumly. “Well, yes. The thief broke a window in the dining room and made off with a rather precious gold statuette from the hall. But that’s not the problem. I was attending a meeting in town yesterday. Mrs Chambers, my housekeeper, had the afternoon off. My brother Bill – he’s been staying for a few days – was there, but he says he didn’t hear anything.”

Oliver arched an eyebrow at Anthony’s curious phrasing. “He says?”

“He’s even wilder than ever, Olly. I get the impression that he’s only here because someone is trying to collect on a debt. I don’t see why a thief would know to go straight for the statuette, ignoring some other nice pieces in the dining room. Bill suggested that the gardener’s new lad might have seen something. Maybe he’s right. But I can’t help worrying that he might have taken it himself. If he has, the last thing I want to do is involve the police. Bill’s a damn fool, but he is my brother. If it’s not him, though, I’m risking repeat attacks, and I won’t be able to claim for the loss.”

“I understand completely,” said Oliver, nodding. “Why don’t you show me the scene?”

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A little while later, the men were round the back of the house. The broken window was a gaping mess. The flowerbed beneath showed signs of trampling. Oliver approached it carefully. There were several large footprints dug deep into the ground, with glass and shrubbery crushed into the soil in a pattern of sole that strongly suggested a work-boot of some kind. The prints were not visible on the grass of the lawn.

“Size ten, I’d say,” said Oliver.

Anthony nodded. “Yes. Bill’s a size seven, before you ask.”

“Good, good. How about indoors?”

They went into the house, and Anthony led Oliver to the dining room. “The thief opened the window through the hole, then climbed in,” Anthony said. “I’ve had the room left alone, in case the police need to see it. There’s still a bit of mud on the sill of the broken window.”

Oliver knelt down by the window and ran his hands over the carpet slowly. “There might be a little mud here, too.” He straightened up, and put a sympathetic hand on Anthony’s shoulder. “Let it drop, Tony. I’m afraid it was clearly your brother.”

How does Oliver know?

 

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