EDIT: Until well into the Roman period, that is, when the plosives started migrating into different pronunciation. Mostly because so many non-Greeks were using the language by then.
You mean like when the standard form of Greek throughout the Empire became Koine? I believe I mentioned that, in the very first sentence.
You need to reread his original post.
Indeed, a good reading often goes a long way towards understanding what the other guy is actually saying.
And that bit of wisdom reminds me of an old story:
On the web above, below we say
Not what was, but what they may
And precision not to knots they tie
As if their proof were butterflies
(see how I cleverly worked psuchon in there?)
And experts in their chosen fields
Wax terms with fancy long distilled
To turn what's said upon its head
And eat their honeycombs with dread
For fear they might display their train
Upon the screen of net disdained
Indignant I demand they know
How important is my argued show
I'll take apart their mean intent
And redescribe it as I meant
And in that moment I will shine
For all my virtues quite divine
Will thrust me up as heaven sent
And I will say what's relevant
Despite the terms they used themselves
The meanings I can still dispel
If I just say and do insist
I am that thing you must enlist,
For knowing not I know the mind
That says whatever is on-line,
I comprehend without recourse
To text or context then remorsed
For sentences are codes I read
I need not words the thoughts to glean
Just let me digest as I will
And then I'll disgorge up my spiel.
The moral of this tail my friends
Is not to say what's tale, or ends,
But say it in the way approved
Or 'ware the masters long removed
Who reading of your words on screens
Will find an argument of means
Even if they must refit,
Redefine, rescope, or then remit
What never you did say in truth
But variation then forsooth,
And masters prowling with dissent
Will then demand your best consent
To say your piece within the way
That suits them best that harrowed day
When they upon your statement bound
And churning words, they danced around.
So, as you can tell Hobo, I'm giving this argument to you.
You've earned it, and you're certainly Greek to me.
Their leader is named Psucrates?
Or maybe, Psurikles.
but living in one would psuck
In my opinion, indeed, how pso, how pso, how truly pso.