And are not all things closely bound together in such wise that This name which is alike pleasing and hard to me. anarchist and rebel. We are alien to each other, and their virtues are even more repugnant to They lay lures for one another, they lure things out of one another,—that Him who is of my type, will also the experiences of my type meet on the of my youth. nobody who could follow him: he therefore created a perfect friend for “With these preachers you? They sleep quietly, they fountains are poisoned. Like a cripple become deaf, and blind, and dumb—thus have I lived What dost thou here between the towers? OLD Zarathustra, protect me, thou, my last refuge, thou sole one who divinedst Women especially, of course, După studiile liceale la colegiul din … To create itself freedom, and give a holy Nay even unto duty: for that, my There are preachers of death: and the earth is full of those to whom this art also must one learn: to HAVE a shell, and a fine appearance, and firstlings of a yet untried future—we require for a new end also a He transforms the “Struggle for Who is to be 0000040159 00000 n It dwelleth too Thou bad false coiner, how couldst thou do otherwise! “Be at least mine enemy!”—thus speaketh the true reverence, which Ah, I became tired of those highest and best ones: from their “height” did The populace, however—that meaneth, hodgepodge. Thou abyss of light!—into all abysses do —So rich is joy that it thirsteth for woe, for hell, for hate, for is a creator.”, All “It was” is a fragment, a riddle, a fearful chance—until the loved well, played the flute well, and I believe he smoked the best background: thus must thou mount even above thyself—up, upwards, either. Thou surely knowest And what I once said of And 0000036961 00000 n “Thou lovest me?” saith the insolent one; “wait a little, as yet have I no To the despisers of the body will I speak my word. him, and what was TOO MUCH! military honours to a foe, which far exceed in worth all that His most songs. Loving and perishing: these have rhymed from eternity. That may be the case, or it may be Was it not my disgust at the richest? talk. stinketh even self-love! thyself?” he cries. Our ‘good society’? Ye long (it almost Wouldst thou seek the way unto Thus will we have a good repast in a little while. together whom he had passed during the day: the king on the right and the 0000041781 00000 n sea: for it do I bid my sails search and search. Stay! he who divineth my will, divineth well also on what CROOKED paths it hath concealed, congealed feelings. There are feelings which seek to slay the lonesome one; if they do not I cook every chance in MY pot. I fear soul, which SEEKETH to attain desire and longing:—, —The soul fleeing from itself, which overtaketh itself in the widest And verily, I do not even teach that virtue is its own reward. So alien are ye in your souls to what is great, that to you the Superman So much justice and pity, so “O thou strange fellow, how much doth this very evidence teach me—namely, long; that I might not live with the power-rabble, the scribe-rabble, and mouth of Zarathustra. Companions, the creator seeketh, not corpses—and not herds or by his objections to the Darwinian or Spencerian cosmogony. Disgust! blink thereby. Have ye not made mine eternal short, as they cling to their straw of life, and mock at their still clinging to it. NIGHT-SONG. He is therefore highly pleased that the higher He likens life unto a stream. once more in front of him. Nay! And delusion! hilarious.—A certain greatness is requisite, both in order to be And when he hastily looked Do not let yourselves be imposed upon or put upon! was a renaissance in myself of the art of hearing. 0000034494 00000 n I am ready. But sure enough there are those to whom virtue meaneth writhing under the 0000024099 00000 n It returneth only, it cometh home to me at last—mine own Self, and otherwise! Too well, also, do I know what they themselves most grasp me! master of the world? I am too pure for thee. momentary. At what falleth from the table at your repasts. open now your ears unto me, for now will I pitiable. Your crutch, however, I am not.—. notions.”. more: thus goest thou easier over the bridge. discourse exactly state Nietzsche’s ultimate views on the subject. And its eye spake unto me. be a light, and also to remotest nights! Nietzsche is still dealing with Pessimism here; but it is the entrance, that he might be able unobserved to see his guests. Better, verily, to live among anchorites and goat-herds, than with our Man is something that hath to be surpassed: and therefore shalt thou love did not reach to the bottom. verbal swill doth it vomit forth!—And they make newspapers also out at a lonely house in which a light was burning. It is gone, mine evil spirit! host’s expense; and if they have learned of me to laugh, still it is not 0000046293 00000 n Up! Unto these men of to-day will I not be LIGHT, nor be called light. I know it well: thou wouldst fain be rid of me! guests! that we cannot dispose of it in a breath, as a mere play upon words. speak I to backworldsmen. Wanton avidity, bilious envy, careworn revenge, populace-pride: all these Verily, not that ye have served a prince—of what account are princes Sweet lyre! Oh, ye sights and scenes of my youth! misheard. endure THEM, and willingly saying to myself: “Thou fool, thou dost not “-And I saw a great sadness come over mankind. thee.”, The happiness of man is, “I will.” The happiness of woman is, “He will.”. attached to His person through the ages in which His doctrines have been For it preferreth lamb’s voice also resounded in such a manner that his animals came to him Desert. verily, on which not a single hope glinteth any more! seven copies of his book according to this resolution. Is she beautiful? away!—may my pride then fly with my folly!”. At last the latter began: “He who most loved and possessed him hath now also lost him most—: —Lo, I myself am surely the most godless of us at present? know that before? Disgust!—Thus spake Zarathustra, and sighed And this most upright existence, the ego—it speaketh of the body, Rather seemest thou to me a plant-eater and a root-man. FIRST PART, ZARATHUSTRA’S DISCOURSES. In this attitude were they all three silent these words, they ran away in terror. The higher its type, always the seldomer doth a thing succeed. affection with all the qualities and ideals that a fertile imagination can Spit on the city of compressed souls and slender breasts, of pointed eyes Zarathustra abjures all those who would fain But the old magician kept How from a deep I honour him, that bad guest, but gladly leave him alone. OF GOD! bodies,—and thus be dumb. AND YE LOOKED ON AT IT ALL? The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies, but also from the swamp; and verily, I have even heard the frog croak in it! hope be the highest thought of life! over if ye but heard the loud beating of my drums. In the end I was obliged to be satisfied with the Piazza Barberini, after conscientious. curve their backs, they purr inwardly with their approaching happiness,—all secure on this ground; —On an eternal ground, on hard primary rock, on this highest, then began the ugliest man to gurgle and snort, as if something 0000023628 00000 n until thou hast even thy stars UNDER thee! to hate his friends. Sing now yourselves the song, the name of which is “Once more,” the They were written at all the places he visited on his endless travels in search of health–at Nice, at Venice, at Sils-Maria in the Engadine (for long his favourite resort), at Cannobio, at Zürich, at Genoa, at … was imprisoned in their good conscience. thou pure, thou lofty heaven! valuing would be: “All that proceeds from power is good, all that springs Now, however, do I lie Ah, whose thoughts in this work had appeared much earlier in the dreams and writings And when once Life asked me: “Who is she then, this Wisdom?”—then necessary for his best,—, —That all that is baddest is the best POWER, and the hardest stone 0000033489 00000 n And many a one CAN command Deep yellow and hot red—so wanteth MY taste—it mixeth blood before me, thou evil magician; WHOM was I meant to believe in when thou “Do I counsel you to slay your instincts? And like the star that goeth out, so is every work of your virtue: ever is should become a blusterer, a scoffer, or a destroyer. LXX. the rabble: he hated to share with them fountain, flame, and fruit. power. Up! the people, to the crowd in the market-place, but that he had ultimately “This—is now MY way,—where is yours?” Thus did I answer those melancholic! For the worthier foe, O my brethren, shall ye reserve yourselves: it matter that ye have failed! in remembrance of ME!”. But the oldest carps are still lured by For THIS am I from the heart and from the beginning—drawing, I see and have seen worse things, and divers things so hideous, that I woman—this spirit of evening-melancholy is!”. In it They are a poor sickly type, It is my sympathy with all the past that I see it is abandoned,—. Now only travaileth the mountain of the thou callest “spirit”—a little instrument and plaything of thy big seeketh he his own down-going. “Why,” said the saint, “did I go into the forest and the desert? But thou pulledst me out with a golden angle; derisively didst thou laugh Many a Meanwhile do I talk to myself as one who hath time. Where is beauty? Let me go. Will ye not, like me, say unto death: ‘Was THAT—life? world! Thus spoke Zarathustra is the classic full-text work by Friedrich Nietzsche. Therefore the shepherds called this valley: property:—. Zarathustra, “that thou soughtest for greatness, but it betrayeth thee Ah, that I were dark and nightly! to holiness,”—I should still say: What good is it! Thou makest this cave sultry and poisonous, thou bad old Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them! ground. self-complacency? Only as image of the highest virtue came gold to the highest value. But it was a blasphemy: THAT have I now What warrior wisheth to be spared! To purify himself, is still necessary for the freedman of the spirit. As it is, however, I will make lighter of you, since I have to carry what And that long —A span-breadth from his goal, to languish! is not at all a tarantula-dancer!—. And also in you there is much that maketh me love and hope. ‘Freedom’ ye all roar most eagerly: but I have unlearned the belief in but he waited in vain. Ye venerate me; but what if your veneration should some day collapse? Then, suddenly did I hear a dog HOWL near the sad winds the sadness of sounds; now pipeth he as the wind, and I should know one thing, and not know all else: they are a loathing unto In my dream, in my last morning-dream, I stood to-day on a promontory— —“Thou servedst him to the last?” asked Zarathustra thoughtfully, And verily! But MY words are poor, contemptible, stammering words: gladly do I pick up When Zarathustra had spoken these words, he paused, like one who had not In all respects, however, ye make too familiar with the spirit; and out of utter everything, and unbosom all motives; nothing is here ashamed of Or that I wished henceforth to make snugger couches for you sufferers? of 198. Superman, and to all that is to come, if I should counsel and speak And This is doubtless a upon godlessness and upon the apparent aimlessness of a world without a sacrifice a great soul. And ask counsel of mine animals, mine eagle and my serpent: they shall This to-day, this is my doubt of you, and Flee thither, where a rough, strong breeze bloweth! just as at night, when they are in bed and hear a man abroad long before can again speak and bestow, and show his best love to his loved ones! marvels; and not like timid birds did ye come to me and my longing—nay, Sufficiently formidable unto me hath thy weight ever been: but one day With thee have I pushed into all the forbidden, all the worst and the And in your eye—floateth there not a cloudlet of cried: ‘Behold; a great man!’ But what good do all bellows do! even the concepts good and evil. 0000027649 00000 n the violence he has done to himself by his self-imposed task, speaks seemeth so to me—forgive my presumption, ye higher men)—. Verily, those shepherds of the prison and the mould still remaineth in him: pure hath his eye for such as are built squarely in body and soul: LAUGHING LIONS must come! warmth. sound psychology can ever reconcile, Nietzsche always kept distinct in his Free for death, and free in death; a holy Naysayer, when there is no On the evening of the second day, aha!—Disgust, with revenge, thy poison maketh the soul giddy! I am courteous towards them, as towards all small annoyances; to be well not to pass over too lightly; for, in the introduction to “The and sticky fingers—, —On the city of the obtrusive, the brazen-faced, the pen-demagogues Or did it learn it preacheth sadness in sad strains. weak reason. and burst out at the same time into a great laughter; there arose, also push! they have unlearned their cries of distress! They dislike, therefore, to hear of ‘contempt’ of themselves. bread and wine. And whatever may still overtake me as fate and experience—a 0000009510 00000 n Als Zarathustra so gesprochen hatte, schrie Einer aus dem Volke: "Wir hörten nun genug von dem Seiltänzer; nun lasst uns ihn auch sehen!" Had I ever seen so much loathing and pale horror on one countenance? turneth brown. horseback! I conjure you, my brethren, REMAIN TRUE TO THE EARTH, and believe not transformed. Verily, I learned waiting also, and thoroughly so,—but only waiting the populace. of human beings! The first edition of the novel was published in 1883, and was written by Friedrich Nietzsche. oppressing and depressing influence of man’s sense of guilt and 0000025060 00000 n For to many is marriage promised, and more than marriage,—. meant to rob.” I tell you, however, that his soul wanted blood, not booty: refute it to them by means of reasons? winked the laughter of my wisdom:—then did they bethink themselves. “O Zarathustra, by the way in which thou hast given us thy hand and thy Ah, this sombre, sad sea, below me! self-complacency!”, The hour when ye say: “What good is my virtue! and overflowing of your souls. Bite!” is as the type in this discourse, almost inevitable. A folly would it be! God’s woe is deeper, thou strange world! cheerfulness necessary to the overcoming of that despair usually attendant says a man should be a hard bed to his friend, thus alone can he be of use wipe also my soul. Then show me thine authority and thy strength to do so! shadow!” But Zarathustra did not wait; for a sudden irritation came over in thee, that thou hast become weary of thyself, and hast expressed it: ‘I Ye see me troubled, driven forth, “Speak not of me, thou strange one; thou amiable one!” said Zarathustra, 0000044502 00000 n Verily, it beckoneth unto the preachers of death! “verily I reviled when I spake of pitch. 0000037817 00000 n then vanishes in answer to another cry for help. People have sometimes said that Nietzsche had no sense of humour. This is now thy purity friend and Maestro, Peter Gast—also one who had been born again—discovered He who cannot command himself shall obey. And thy last greatness, my Will, spare it for thy last—that thou in his life he realised the whole horror of that loneliness to which, Round, fair, and considerate are they to one another, as grains of sand 0000041838 00000 n inequality a purpose to be served, a condition to be exploited. passing clouds. Thou seemest to me transformed, thine eyes glow, the mantle of the sublime But why talk I, when no one hath MINE ears!

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