Market district of a city somewhere in North Africa. The owner of a
bookshop is pointed out to me. He has another shop elsewhere which
specializes in philosophy. This one seems devoted to 'world culture,'
anthropology. I want to ask him about a book on Pythagorus, but don't.

Boyhood home in Seattle. Later in this dream, at a family event I'm
introduced to that same bookshop owner. He is a friend of my sister,
and tells me that we've woefully misread the pre-socratics, ignoring
completely their 'culture of violence.'