What I find striking is that Thrasymachus just kind of rage-quits, yet his position wasn’t truly defeated; he simply abandoned the conversation. It makes you wonder whether "might makes right" rests on firmer ground than it first appears in the book. And of course, for Plato, someone who takes such a point of view had to appear as driven more by anger than by reason. — Zebeden

That's right. But Thrasymachus's psychological withdrawal sets the scene for the rest of the book, which is meant to defeat cynical nihilism philosophically, in a different way from that attempted in Book I—since direct refutation according to Thrasymachus's terms is shown not to be conclusive or persuasive.

H.P. Lovecraft: The Complete Fiction
by H.P. Lovecraft

Re-reading. The ways in which we integrate the concept of "the unknown" into our worldview and lives is integral to my philosophical perspective on the paucity of scientistic prejudice. Lovecraft masterfully evokes not only the horror and alienation of the unknown, but also the possibility that our own limited view of the true nature of reality is just that. Immersion time.

Green for Danger by Christianna Brand

Also dipping in and out of a book I read a while back:

I Am: A Philosophical Inquiry into First-Person Being by Ramond Tallis

Bird on a fence by Dario Dzamonja.

The title of this book was translated by me. I couldn't find on the Internet the exact short story compilation by Dzamonja. However, there is a collection called "Letters from the Madhouse", and perhaps it includes the same short stories.

The Spanish edition is called "Pájaro en el alambre", which literally means "bird on a wire". However, in the Spanish context, the term "alambre" also refers to a fence. And, since the short stories are based on Yugoslavian wars, I thought that the translation and interpretation I did were more correct.

What can I say about Dario Dzamonja? Sorrowfully, he died young; aged 46 in 2001 after finishing the Yugoslavian wars. He left as a legacy several memorable manuscripts, and his friends collected them.

His own biographical note in the 2001 edition (Post-mortem) of Letters from the Madhouse simply said: "My name is Dario Džamonja. I was born in Sarajevo in 1955. I died in Sarajevo in 1993 when I left it. I died again in 1998 when I left America and my children. Now I'm trying to live again in Sarajevo from my writing."

Enjoy.