My Summer Tutor Favored the Socratic Method, Interrogated, expected truths Not opinions gathered like moss by bark, Said, perhaps; asked, were there exceptions, Why would you behave this way not another? Never stopped questioning. Often repeated her hero’s aphorism about an unexamined life not worth living. Promoted dialogues, as she called them, To season arguments at communal Agapes. Taught me essential questions were urgent, Solutions everyone’s life-time enterprise. In her mind, everything turned personal, Unlike Pre-Socratic philosophers, Those ancient scientists trying to figure out Natural phenomena, Earth’s sphericity musica universalis, and geometry, Disrobing humanity to itself was her goal. I preferred her to my regular teacher A pince-nez, metal rimmed fellow, A toad croaking a single repetitive song from His uninspired repertoire. We ignored his apathy, Fantasied about having Socrates puzzling us With questions in the classroom’s market place. Our conversations about