I have a (hazy) recollection of a Greek Myth in which a king is driving by an accident on the road. Despite not wanting to look at the gore, he finds himself compelled to look, saying something to the effect of, “Curse these eyes! Drink your fill!”
Any help? Perhaps it was in Plato’s Republic (an example of the appetite part of the soul, as opposed to reason or spirit)?
It’s from Plato’s Republic, just as you thought, Digital Stimulus. I can’t get you specific line numbers because I lent out my copy, but it’s from Book 4:
Sorry about the archaic translation, it seems to be the only one free on the Web.
Well, I said, there is a story which I remember to have heard, and in which I put faith. The story is, that Leontius, the son of Aglaion, coming up one day from the Piraeus, under the north wall on the outside, observed some dead bodies lying on the ground at the place of execution. He felt a desire to see them, and also a dread and abhorrence of them; for a time he struggled and covered his eyes, but at length the desire got the better of him; and forcing them open, he ran up to the dead bodies, saying, Look, ye wretches, take your fill of the fair sight