The admission requirement for the course on Plato’s Symposium was: “Write a dialogue between a spider and a fly. Keep in mind that the spider is longing for the fly’s love.” Yesterday was my last Plato class at Leiden University. (I taught the class together with an acquaintance of mine.) I asked the question: “Did this course teach you something about love, after all Symposium is a text about love?” Most of the students made clear that Plato’s text had no connection with their love life.