It so happened that I stumbled on the 'Phaedrus.' I read on and on, till I reached the end.

Then I began the 'Symposium;' and the sun was shining on the shrubs outside the ground floor on which I slept before I shut the book up.

I have related these unimportant details because that night was one of the most important nights of my life....

Here in the 'Phaedrus' and the 'Symposium,' in the 'Myth of the Soul,' I discovered the revelation I had been waiting for, the consecration of a long-cherished idealism.

It was just as though the voice of my own soul spoke to me through Plato.