Robert Pirsig, Author of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.  For Those who are interested, I believe the bike in the picture to be the one described and used in the Book, a lowly Honda.
	Another Image of Robert, this time with son and the Bike, which all goes to prove its the journey and not [the bike or the] arriving that counts.

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Please find Below an excerpt from the Book, something I transcribed in an attempt to 'help' a friend. Actually, I've just realized that this may well be the 'Nub' of the book, in any case, you'll have to read the whole thing to take it all in.

From:          Peter Aslan
To:              Simon Wright
Date sent:    Sun, 11 May 1997 20:25:20 +0000
Subject:       Truth, in the context of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Phaedrus enters the classroom and waits, Soon there comes the student again, back into the room after all these weeks. He can't expect to get a credit now. The student looks at Phaedrus with a half-smile. He's smiling at something, all right.

At the doorway there are some footsteps, and then Phaedrus suddenly knows and his legs turn rubbery and his hands start to shake. Smiling benignly in the doorway, stands none other than the Chairman for the Committee on Analysis of Ideas and Study of Methods at the University of Chicago. He is taking over the class.

This is it. This is where they throw Phaedrus out the front door.

Courtly, grand, with imperial magnanimity the Chairman stands in the doorway for a moment, then talks to a student who seems to know him. He smiles, while looking away from another student, around the classroom, as if to find another face that is familiar to him, nods and then chuckles a little, waiting for the bell to ring.

That's why that kid is here. They've explained to him why they accidentally beat him up, and just to show what good guys they are they're going to let him have a ringside seat while they beat up Phaedrus.

How are they going to do it ? Phaedrus already knows. First they are going to destroy his status dialectically in front of the class by showing how little he knows about Plato and Aristotle. That won't be any trouble. Obviously they know a hundred times more about Plato and Aristotle than he ever will. They've been at it all their lives.

Then, when they have thoroughly cut him up dialecticy, they will suggest that he either shape up or get out. Then they are going to ask some more questions, and he won't know the answers to those either. Then they are going to suggest that his performance is so abominable that he not bother attend, but leave the class right now. There are variations possible but this is the basic format, it's so easy.

Well, he has learned a lot, which is what he has come for. He can do his thesis in some other way. With that thought the rubbery feeling leaves him and he calms down.

Phaedrus has grown a beard since the Chairman last saw him, and so is still unidentified. No long advantage. The Chairman will locate him soon enough.

The Chairman lays his coat down carefully, takes a chair on the opposite side of the large round table, sits, and then brings out an old pipe and stuffs it for what must be nearly a half a minute. One can see he has done this many times before.

In a moment of attention to the class he studies faces with a smiling hypnotic gaze, sensing the mood, but feeling it is not just right. He Stuffs the pipe some more, but without hurry.

Soon the moment arrives, he lights the pipe, and before long there is, in the classroom, an odor of smoke.

At last he speaks:

"It is my understanding" he says, "that today we are to begin discussion of the immortal Phaedrus." He looks at each student separately. "Is that correct?"

[Phaedrus is the name of our hero, and also a character from Greek philosophy]

Members of the class assure him timidly that it is.

His persona is overwhelming.

The Chairman then apologizes for the absence of the previous Professor, and describes the format of what will follow. Since he already knows the dialogue himself he will elicit from the class answers that will show how well they have studied it.

That's the best way to do it, Phaedrus thinks. That way one can learn to know the individual students. Fortunately Phaedrus has studied the dialogue so carefully it is almost memorized.

The Chairman is right. It is an immortal dialogue, strange and puzzling at first, but then hitting you harder and harder, like the truth itself. What Phaedrus has been taking about as Quality, Socrates appears to have described as the soul, self-moving, the source of all things. There is no contradiction. There never really can be between the core terms of monistic philosophies. The One in India has got to be the same as the One in Greece. If it's not, you've got two. The only disagreements among the monists concern the attributes of the One, not the One itself. Since the One is the source of all things and includes all things in it, it cannot be defined in terms of those things, since no matter what thing you use to define it, the thing will always describe something less than the One itself. The One can only be described allegorically, through the use of analogy, of figures of imagination and speech. Socrates chooses a heaven-and-earth analogy, showing how individually are drawn towards the One by a chariot drawn by two horses...

But the Chairman now directs a question to the student next to Phaedrus. He is baiting him a little, provoking an attack.

The student, whose identity is mistaken, doesn't attack, and the Chairman with great disgust and frustration finally dismisses him with a rebuke that he should have read the material better.

Phaedrus' turn. He has calmed down tremendously. He must now explain the dialogue.

"If I may be permitted to begin again in my own way," he says, party to conceal the fact that he didn't hear what the previous student said.

The Chairman, seeing this as a further rebuke to the student next to him, smiles and says contemptuously it is certainly a good idea.

Phaedrus proceeds. "I believe that in this dialogue the person of Phaedrus is characterized as a wolf."

He has delivered this quite loudly, with a flash of anger, and the Chairman almost jumps. Score !

"Yes," the Chairman says, and a gleam in his eye shows he now recognizes who his bearded assailant is. "Phaedrus in Greek does mean 'Wolf.' That's a very acute observation." He begins to recover his composure. "Proceed."

"Phaedrus meets Socrates, who knows only the ways of the city, and leads him into the country, whereupon he begins to recite a speech of the orator, Lysias, whom he admires. Socrates asks him to read it and Phaedrus does."

"Stop!" says the Chairman who has now completely recovered his composure. "You are giving us the plot, not the dialogue." He calls on the next student.

None of the students seems to know to the Chairman's satisfaction what the dialogue is about. And so with mock sadness he says they must all read more thoroughly but this time he will help them by taking on the burden of explaining the dialogue himself. This provides an overwhelming relief to the tension he has so carefully built up and the entire class is in the palm of his hand.

The Chairman proceeds to reveal the meaning of the dialogue with complete attention. Phaedrus listens with deep engagement.

After a time something begins to disengage him a little. A false note of some kind has crept in. At first he doesn't see what it is, but then he becomes aware that the Chairman has completely bypassed Socrates' description of the One and has jumped ahead to the allegory of the chariot and the horses.

In this allegory the seeker, trying to reach the One, is drawn by two horses, one white and noble and temperate, and the other surly, stubborn, passionate and black. The One is forever aiding him in his upward journey to the portal of heaven, the other is forever confounding him. The Chairman has not started yet, but is at the point at which he must now announce that the white horse is temperate reason, the black horse is dark passion, emotion. He is at the point at which these must be described, but the false note suddenly becomes a chorus.

He backs up and restates that "Now Socrates has sworn to the Gods that he is telling the Truth. He has taken an oath to speak the Truth, and if what follows is not the Truth he has forfeited his own soul."

TRAP! He's using the dialogue to provide the holiness of reason! Once that's established he can move down into inquiries of what reason is, and then, lo and behold, there we are in Aristotle's domain again!

Phaedrus raises his hand, palm flat out, elbow on the table. Where before his hand was shaking, it is now deadly calm. Phaedrus senses that he now is formally signing his own death warrant here, but knows he will sign another kind of death warrant if he takes his hand down.

The Chairman sees the hand, is surprised and disturbed by it, but acknowledges it. Then the message is delivered.

Phaedrus says, "All this is just an analogy."

Silence. And then confusion appears of the Chairman's face. "What?" he says. The spell of his performance is broken.

"This entire description of the chariot and horses is just an analogy."

"What?" he says again, then loudly, "It is the Truth! Socrates has sworn to the Gods that it is the truth!"

Phaedrus replies, "Socrates himself says it is an analogy."

"If you will read the dialogue you will find that Socrates specifically states it is the Truth!"

"Yes, but prior to than.... in, I believe, two paragraphs.... he has stated that it is an analogy."

The text is on the table to consult but the Chairman has enough sense not to consult it, If he does and Phaedrus is right, his classroom face is completely demolished. He has told the class no one has read the book thoroughly.

Rhetoric, 1; Dialectic, 0.

Fantastic, Phaedrus thinks, that he should have remembered that. It just demolishes the whole dialectical position. That may just be the whole show right there. Of course it's an analogy. Everything is an analogy. But the dialecticians don't know that. That's why the Chairman missed the statement of Socrates. Phaedrus has caught it and remembered it, because if Socrates hadn't stated it he wouldn't have been telling the "Truth."

No one sees it yet, but they will soon enough. The Chairman of the Committee on Analysis of Ideas and Study of Methods has just been shot down in his own classroom.

Now he is speechless. He can't think of a word to say. The silence which so built his image at the beginning of the class is now destroying it. He doesn't understand from where the shot has come. He  has never confronted a living Sophist. Only dead ones.

Now he tries to grasp onto something, but there is nothing to grasp onto. His own momentum carries him forwards into the abyss, and when he finally finds words they are the words of another kind of person; a schoolboy who has forgotten his lesson, has gotten it wrong, but would like our indulgence anyway.

He tries to bluff the class with the statement he made before that no one has studied very well, but the student to Phaedrus' right shakes his head at him. Obviously someone has.

The Chairman falters and hesitates, acts afraid of his class and does not really engage them. Phaedrus wonders what the consequences of this will be.

Then he sees a bad thing happen. The beat-up student who was watching him earlier now is no longer so innocent. He is sneering at the Chairman and asking him sarcastic and insulting questions. The Chairman, already crippled, is now being killed.... but then Phaedrus realizes this was what was intended for himself.

He can't feel sorry, just discussed. When a shepherd goes to kill a wolf, and takes his dog to see the sport, he should take care to avoid mistakes. The dog has certain relationships to the wolf the shepherd may have forgotten.

A girl rescues the Chairman by asking easy questions. He receives the questions with gratitude, answers each at great length and slowly recovers himself.

Then the question is asked him, "What is dialectic?"

He thinks about it, and then, by God, turns to Phaedrus and asks if he would care to answer.

"You mean my personal opinion?" Phaedrus asks.

"No.... let us say, Aristotle's opinion."

No subtleties now. He is just going to get Phaedrus on his own territory and let him have it.

"As best I know...." Phaedrus says, and pauses.

"Yes?" The Chairman is all smiles. Everything is all set.

"As best I know, Aristotle's opinion is that dialectic comes before everything else."

The Chairman's expression goes from unction to shock to rage in one half second flat. It does! his face shouts, but he never says it. The trapper trapped again. He can't kill Phaedrus on a statements taken from his own article in the Encyclopedia Britannica.

Rhetoric, 2; Dialectic, 0.

"And from the dialectic comes the forms," Phaedrus continues, "and from.... " But the Chairman cuts it off. He sees it cannot go his way and dismisses it.

He shouldn't have cut it off, Phaedrus thinks to himself. Were he a real Truth-seeker and not a propagandist for a particular point of view he would not. He might learn something. Once it's stated that "the dialectic comes before anything else," this statement itself becomes a dialectical entity, subject to the dialectical question.
 

From: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance.
By: Robert M Pirsig.

Apart from the spelling mistakes and grammatical errors which are mine.

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