Ainsi Parlait Zarathoustra

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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mes animaux, le plus grand mal est nécessaire pour le plus grand
bien de l'homme, c'est la seule chose que j'ai apprise jusqu'à présent,
- le plus grand mal est la meilleure part de la _force_ de l'homme, la
pierre la plus dure pour le créateur suprême; il faut que l'homme
devienne meilleur _et_ plus méchant: -

Je n'ai pas été attaché à _cette_ croix, qui est de savoir que l'homme
est méchant, mais j'ai crié comme personne encore n'a crié:

"Hélas! pourquoi sa pire méchanceté est-elle si petite! Hélas!
pourquoi sa meilleure bonté est-elle si petite!"

Le grand dégoût de l'homme - c'est _ce dégoût_ qui m'a étouffé et qui
m'était entré dans le gosier; et aussi ce qu'avait prédit le devin:
"Tout est égal rien ne vaut la peine, le savoir étouffe!"

Un long crépuscule se traînait en boitant devant moi, une tristesse
fatiguée et ivre jusqu'à la mort, qui disait d'une voix coupée de

"Il reviendra éternellement, l'homme dont tu est fatigué, l'homme
petit" - ainsi bâillait ma tristesse, traînant la jambe sans pouvoir

La terre humaine se transformait pour moi en caverne, son sein se
creusait, tout ce qui était vivant devenait pour moi pourriture,
ossements humains et passé en ruines.

Mes soupirs se penchaient sur toutes les tombes humaines et ne
pouvaient plus les quitter; mes soupirs et mes questions coassaient,
étouffaient, rongeaient et se plaignaient jour et nuit:

- "Hélas! l'homme reviendra éternellement! L'homme petit reviendra
éternellement!" -

Je les ai vus nus jadis, le plus grand et le plus petit des hommes:
trop semblables l'un à l'autre, - trop humains, même le plus grand!

Trop petit le plus grand! - Ce fut là ma lassitude de l'homme! Et
l'éternel retour, même du plus petit! - Ce fut là ma lassitude de
toute existence!

Hélas! dégoût! dégoût! dégoût!" - Ainsi parlait Zarathoustra ,
soupirant et frissonnant, car il se souvenait de sa maladie. Mais
alors ses animaux ne le laissèrent pas continuer.

"Cesse de parler, convalescent! - ainsi lui répondirent ses animaux,
mais sors d'ici, va où t'attend le monde, semblable à un jardin.

Va auprès des rosiers, des abeilles et des essaims de colombes! va
surtout auprès des oiseaux chanteurs: afin d'apprendre leur _chant_!

Car le chant convient aux convalescents; celui qui se porte bien parle
plutôt. Et si celui qui se porte bien veut des chants, c'en seront
d'autres cependant que ceux du convalescent."

- "O espiègles que vous êtes, ô serinettes, taisez-vous donc! -
répondit Zarathoustra en riant de ses animaux. Comme vous savez bien
quelle consolation je me suis inventée pour moi-même en

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