Ainsi Parlait Zarathoustra

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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vous avez la lèvre pendante: un petit souhait
terrestre lui pèse encore! Et ne flotte-t-il dans votre regard pas un
petit nuage de joie terrestre que vous n'avez pas encore oubliée?

Il y a sur terre beaucoup de bonnes inventions, les unes utiles, les
autres agréables: c'est pourquoi il faut aimer la terre.

Et quelques inventions sont si bonnes qu'elles sont comme le sein de la
femme, à la fois utiles et agréables.

Mais vous autres qui êtes fatigués du monde et paresseux! Il faut vous
caresser de verges! à coups de verges il faut vous rendre les jambes
alertes.

Car si vous n'êtes pas des malades et des créatures usées, dont la
terre est fatiguée, vous êtes de rusés paresseux ou bien des
jouisseurs, des chats gourmands et sournois. Et si vous ne voulez pas
recommencer à _courir_ joyeusement, vous devez - disparaître!

Il ne faut pas vouloir être le médecin des incurables: ainsi enseigne
Zarathoustra: disparaissez donc!

Mais il faut plus de _courage_ pour faire une fin, qu'un vers nouveau:
c'est ce que savent tous les médecins et tous les poètes. -


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O mes frères, il y a des tables créées par la fatigue et des tables
créées par la paresse, la paresse pourrie: quoiqu'elles parlent de la
même façon, elles veulent être écoutées de façons différentes. -

Voyez cet homme langoureux! Il n'est plus éloigné de son but que d'un
empan, mais, à cause de sa fatigue, il s'est couché, boudeur, dans le
sable: ce brave!

Il bâille de fatigue, fatigué de son chemin, de la terre, de son but et
de lui-même: il ne veut pas faire un pas de plus, - ce brave!

Maintenant le soleil darde ses rayons sur lui, et les chiens voudraient
lécher sa sueur: mais il est couché là dans son entêtement et préfère
se consumer: - se consumer à un empan de son but! En vérité, il faudra
vous le tiriez par les cheveux vers son ciel, - ce héros!

En vérité, il vaut mieux que vous le laissiez là où il s'est couché,
pour que le sommeil lui vienne, le sommeil consolateur, avec un
bruissement de pluie rafraîchissante:

Laissez-le coucher jusqu'à ce qu'il se réveille de lui-même, - jusqu'à
ce qu'il réfute de lui-même toute fatigue et tout ce qui en lui
enseigne la fatigue!

Mais chassez loin de lui, mes frères, les chiens, les paresseux
sournois, et toute cette vermine grouillante: - toute la vermine
grouillante des gens "cultivés" qui se nourrit de la sueur des héros! -


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Je trace des cercles autour de moi et de saintes frontières; il y en

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Text Comparison with Thoughts out of Season, Part I David Strauss, the Confessor and the Writer - Richard Wagner in Bayreuth.

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There is plenty of time for thought nowadays for a man who does not allow himself to be drawn into that aimless bustle of pleasure business or politics, which is called modern life because outside that life there is--just as outside those noisy Oriental cities-a desert, a calmness, a true and almost majestic leisure, a leisure unprecedented in any age, a leisure in which one may arrive at several conclusions concerning English indifference towards the new thought.
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For this is what you are, dear Englishmen, and however well you brave, practical, materialistic John Bulls and Sancho Panzas may know this world, however much better you may be able to perceive, to count, to judge, and to weigh things than your ideal German Knight: there is an eternal law in this world that the Sancho Panzas have to follow the Don Quixotes; for matter has to follow the spirit, even the poor spirit of a German philosopher! So it has been in the past, so it is at present, and so it will be in the future; and you had better prepare yourselves in time for the eventuality.
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institutions, the sovereign rights of the people, are ideas of British origin, and have been propagated from this island over the whole of Europe.
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DAVID STRAUSS, THE CONFESSOR AND THE WRITER.
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In this respect they were quite right; for the Philistine has not even the privilege of licence.
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and again, as I have said already, there are not a few of us, but many thousands, and not the worst people in the country;--besides our profession, then, I say, we are eagerly accessible to all the higher interests of humanity; we have taken a vivid interest, during late years, and each after his manner has participated in the great national war, and the reconstruction of the German State; and we have been profoundly exalted by the turn events have taken, as unexpected as glorious, for our much tried nation.
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He seems merely to dandle his load; this is indeed an advantage.
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theatre of reason, but of error, and that no conformity to law can contain anything consoling, since all laws have been promulgated by an erratic God who even finds pleasure in blundering.
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For precisely in him do we find that repulsive need of rest and that incidental semi-listless attention to, and coming to terms with, philosophy, culture, and every serious thing on earth.
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The moment his constructive powers direct him, history becomes yielding clay in his hands.
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Meanwhile we must reckon the _declared enemy of art_ as our best and most useful ally; for the object of his animosity is precisely art as understood by the "friend of art,"--he knows of no other kind! Let him be allowed to call our "friend of art" to account for the nonsensical waste of money occasioned by the building of his theatres and public monuments, the engagement of his celebrated singers and actors, and the support of his utterly useless schools of art and picture-galleries--to say nothing of all the energy, time, and money which every family squanders in pretended "artistic interests.
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This constitutes the nature of the _dithyrambic dramatist_, if the meaning given to the term includes also the actor, the poet, and the musician; a conception necessarily borrowed from Æschylus and the contemporary Greek artists--the only perfect examples of the dithyrambic dramatist before Wagner.
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It gave him no very clear or luminous decision, at first, as to what was to be done and desired in the future; for the idea then appeared merely as a form of temptation--that is to say, as the expression of his gloomy, selfish, and insatiable will, eager for _power and glory_.
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But he would probably have added, There is but one kind of hardship--that of the artist who is not yet free: virtue and goodness are trivial accomplishments.
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One associates Wagner's art neither with interest nor with diversion, nor with Wagner himself and art in general.
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Their literary side represents his attempts to understand the instinct which urged him to create his works and to get a glimpse of himself through them.
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How he forges his sword, kills the dragon, gets possession of the ring, escapes the craftiest ruse, awakens Brunhilda; how the curse abiding in the ring gradually overtakes him; how, faithful in faithfulness, he wounds the thing he most loves, out of love; becomes enveloped in the shadow and cloud of guilt, and, rising out of it more brilliantly than the sun, ultimately goes down, firing the whole heavens with his burning glow and purging the world of the curse,--all this is seen by the god whose sovereign spear was broken in the contest with the freest man, and who lost his power through him, rejoicing greatly over his own defeat: full of sympathy for the triumph and pain of his victor, his eye burning with aching joy looks back upon the last events; he has become free through love, free from himself.