The aggravation from
endless questions actually has me convinced that Socrates did not in fact commit suicide, but was taken out because after a while the Socratic method motivated Plato, Aristotle, and pals to whip up a hemlock smoothie.
Not exact matches
There's the
endless questioning of whether you're cleaning it correctly or not, of course, but equally crippling is the constant wondering: Am I
actually using this thing correctly?
Given the
endless paperwork and delays typical of grants, there's the
question of when the armored ambulance
actually arrives, or at least the first significant installments.
Being utterly bored with what passes for news in the media, in particular the
endless opinion polls supposedly showing voting intentions 3 months before the general election — and how many of those
questioned actually know why they will be voting for the party they choose; even more importantly, how many of those
questioned even understand what democracy is or how politics works in this country — I thought a little light relief was called for.
And so, for people who were part of that world, like Larson and me, who spent our youths plugged in and pumped up by
endless gigs in basements, rented halls, and of course, the Entry, the piece asks a
question that is
actually Hüsker Dü's name in Swedish: Do you remember?