Pupils, we are told, must be kept ‘happy’ at all costs.
Pupils, we are told, must be kept ‘happy’ at all costs. It is a surprise, therefore, that the educational potential of drunkenness has not been recognised by Mr Ed Balls, or by government adviser Professor Sir Liam Donaldson who has proposed that the price of drinks be increased in order to cut drunkenness.
In his last work, Laws, Plato (427-347 bc) describes a Spartan boasting about how Sparta had abolished that most anarchic and licentious activity of all, the drinking party. But Plato disagrees, arguing that ‘Drunkenness is a science of some importance... and I am not speaking about taking or abstaining from wine: I do mean drunkenness.’
His view was that, in regulated and purposeful form, drunkenness conduced to virtue, the greatest educational benefit of all. The crucial condition was that drunkenness was controlled and directed to fulfil a vital function. School, Plato proposed, was the ideal place to start developing ‘drinking skills’.
First, Plato argued, alcohol released the inhibitions and showed people in their true light. This gave teachers invaluable insights into the real character of the young people they were trying to educate. Second, it beneficially reorganised and reshaped the drinker’s ‘soul’. So mildly and happily plastered pupils became more acquiescent and willing to absorb sound advice, and their mildly plastered teachers less grumpy and
censorious, and so better teachers. Third, under those conditions teachers were in a better position to educate pupils in that moderation, self-discipline and resistance to pleasure so vital for a happy Platonic
existence. The theory was that, trained when drunk to resist the pleasures of temptation, pupils could resist them under any circumstances. Drink properly managed, in other words, was in fact a safeguard against depravity, and therefore a great educational benefactor.
No wonder our politicians and their advisers cannot see it. For the Platonic view that education is a training in the only route to true happiness, i.e. virtue, of which shame and self-control are vital ingredients, will not be found anywhere in Balls’s dim, computerised little world. The very reverse, it seems. But if government is not educated in the meaning of true happiness, what hope for our children? And for our alcohol industry?
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Fergus Pickering
March 24th, 2009 3:53am Report this commentOh I love this. And I mut say that a great country like the USA that won't let its youth get their hnds on the stuff until they are 21, for God's sake... I did all my best drinking long before that. I can remember standing out on a hill in full costume as Iago WITH SWORD, a can of beer in one hand and a french cigarette in the other and knowing all the secrets of the universe. I've forgotten them since, but I was seventeen then. Oisive jeunesse as the frogs do say!
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