20. Crito - Plato

19. Phædo - Plato

18. The Apology - Plato

17. Fruits of Solitude - William Penn

Delivered as a series of somewhat preachy, but overall, sincerely edifying platitudes, Penn presents many ideas, which meditated upon, must almost definitely lead to a deep wisdom and understanding of human nature and it's condition.

16. Journal - John Woolman

The most spiritual account of anyone's thoughts or actions I think I've ever read. Woolman's unremitting and unrelenting desire to do what he believes is "God's work" is very impressive, to say the least. His fundamental contribution in raising awareness as to the inhumanity of the slave trade in the early 18th century in America is beautiful and uplifting.

15. His Autobiography - Benjamin Franklin

Inspirational, but preachy towards the end. Too self-aggrandising in places. Very interesting history, and sketch of the mid 18th century as well as something like a guidebook to social success.

14. The Unnamable - Samuel Beckett

Let me introduce this book with the following.

I should mention before going any further, any further on, that I say aporia without knowing what it means. Can one be ephectic otherwise than unawares? I don't know. With the yeses and noes it is different, they will come back to me as I go along and now, like a bird, to shit on them all without exception. The fact would seem to be, if in my situation one may speak of facts, not only that I shall have to speak of things of which I cannot speak, but also, which is even more interesting, but also that I, which is if possible even more interesting, that I shall have to, I forget, no matter.

I think this quote from the book leads nicely into what "The Unnamable" was for me. Samuel Beckett is the man. The entire book is an aporia.

How about this.

I add this, to be on the safe side. These things I say, and shall say, if I can, are no longer, or are not yet, or never were, or never will be, or if they were, if they are, if they will be, were not here, are not here, will not be here, but elsewhere. But I am here. So I am obliged to add this. I who am here, who cannot speak, cannot think, and who must speak, and therefore perhaps think a little, cannot in relation only to me who am here, to here where I am, but can a little, sufficiently, I don't know how, unimportant, in relation to me who was elsewhere, who shall be elsewhere, and to those places where I was, where I shall be.

Or this.

But my good-will at certain moments is such, and my longing to have floundered however briefly, however feebly, in the great life torrent streaming from the earliest protozoa to the very latest humans, that I, no, parenthesis unfinished. I'll begin again. My family.

Juicy.