Ainsi Parlait Zarathoustra

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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es-tu donc? O mon âme!" (et en ce moment, il s'effraya, car un
rayon de soleil tombait du ciel sur son visage.)

"O ciel au-dessus de moi, dit il avec un soupir, en se mettant sur son
séant, tu me regardes? Tu écoutes mon âme singulière?

Quand boiras-tu cette goutte de rosée qui est tombée sur toutes les
choses de ce monde, - quand boiras-tu cette âme singulière - quand
cela, puits de l'éternité! joyeux abîme de midi qui fait frémir! quand
absorberas-tu mon âme en toi?

Ainsi parlait Zarathoustra et il se leva de sa couche au pied de
l'arbre, comme d'une ivresse étrange, et voici le soleil était encore
au-dessus de sa tête. On pourrait en conclure, avec raison, que ce
jour-là Zarathoustra n'avait pas dormi longtemps.





LA SALUTATION


Il était déjà très tard dans l'après-midi, lorsque Zarathoustra, après
de longues recherches infructueuses et de vaines courses, revint à sa
caverne. Mais lorsqu'il se trouva en face d'elle, à peine éloigné de
vingt pas, il arriva ce à quoi il s'attendait le moins à ce moment: il
entendit de nouveau le grand _cri de détresse_. Et, chose étrange! à
ce moment le cri venait de sa propre caverne. Mais c'était un long
cri, singulier et multiple, et Zarathoustra distinguait parfaitement
qu'il se composait de beaucoup de voix: quoique, à distance, il
ressemblât au cri d'une seule bouche.

Alors Zarathoustra s'élança vers sa caverne et quel ne fut pas le
spectacle qui l'attendait après ce concert! Car ils étaient tous assis
les uns près des autres, ceux auprès desquels il avait passé dans la
journée: le roi de droite et le roi de gauche, le vieil enchanteur, le
pape, le mendiant volontaire, l'ombre, le consciencieux de l'esprit, le
triste devin et l'âne; le plus laid des hommes cependant s'était mis
une couronne sur la tête et avait ceint deux écharpes de pourpre, - car
il aimait à se déguiser et à faire le beau, comme tous ceux qui sont
laids. Mais au milieu de cette triste compagnie, l'aigle de
Zarathoustra était debout, inquiet et les plumes hérissées, car il
devait répondre à trop de choses auxquelles sa fierté n'avait pas de
réponse; et le serpent rusé s'était enlacé autour de son cou.

C'est avec un grand étonnement que Zarathoustra regarda tout cela; puis
il dévisagea l'un après l'autre chacun de ses hôtes, avec une curiosité
bienveillante, lisant dans leurs âmes et s'étonnant derechef. Pendant
ce temps, ceux qui étaient réunis s'étaient levés de leur siège, et ils
attendaient avec respect que Zarathoustra prît la parole. Zarathoustra
cependant

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Text Comparison with Homer and Classical Philology

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Kennedy, Translator, 1910] HOMER AND CLASSICAL PHILOLOGY.
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For opponents of this sort, however, philology is merely a useless, harmless, and inoffensive pastime, an object of laughter and not of hate.
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From the circles upon whose help we must place the most implicit reliance--the artistic friends of antiquity, the warm supporters of Hellenic beauty and noble simplicity--we hear harsh voices crying out that it is precisely the philologists themselves who are the real opponents and destroyers of the ideals of antiquity.
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Let us talk as we will about the unattainability of this goal, and even designate the goal itself as an illogical pretension--the aspiration for it is very real; and I should like to try to make it clear by an example that the most significant steps of classical philology never lead away from the ideal antiquity, but to it; and that, just when people are speaking unwarrantably of the overthrow of sacred shrines, new and more worthy altars are being erected.
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For in Homer the modern world, I will not say has learnt, but has examined, a great historical point of view; and, even without now putting forward my own opinion as to whether this examination has been or can be happily carried out, it was at all events the first example of the application of that productive point of view.
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Homer was for him the flawless and untiring artist who knew his end and the means to attain it; but there is still a trace of infantile criticism to be found in Aristotle--i.
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"For who would wage war with the gods: who, even with the one god?" asks Goethe even, who, though a genius, strove in vain to solve that mysterious problem of the Homeric inaccessibility.
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The second school of thought of course held fast by the conception of an epoch-making genius as the composer of the great works.
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Are there characteristic differences between the utterances of the _man of genius_ and the _poetical soul of the people_? This whole contrast, however, is unjust and misleading.
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According to this view, the text itself and the stories built round it are one and the same thing.
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When, however, we have merely the works and the name of the writer, it is almost impossible to detect the individuality, at all events, for those who put their faith in the mechanism in question; and particularly when the works are perfect, when they are pieces of popular poetry.
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This transformation was contemporary with the rationalistic criticism which made Homer the magician out to be a possible poet, which vindicated the material and formal traditions of those numerous epics as against the unity of the poet, and gradually removed that heavy load of cyclical epics from Homer's shoulders.
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We may even be ready to pronounce this synthetisation of great importance.
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parallel, and, further, one which proves to be of incalculable difficulty? Let it be noted that the insight into the most diverse operations of the instinctive and the conscious changes the position of the Homeric problem; and in my opinion throws light upon it.
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Let us hear how a learned man of the first rank writes about Homer even so late as 1783: "Where does the good man live? Why did he remain so long incognito? Apropos, can't you get me a silhouette of him?" We demand _thanks_--not in our own name, for we are but atoms--but in the name of philology itself, which is indeed neither a Muse nor a Grace, but a messenger of the gods: and just as the Muses descended upon the dull and tormented Boeotian peasants, so Philology comes into a world full of gloomy colours and pictures, full of the deepest, most incurable woes; and speaks to men comfortingly of the beautiful and godlike figure of a distant, rosy, and happy fairyland.
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Now, therefore, that I have enunciated my philological creed, I trust you will give me cause to hope that I shall no longer be a stranger among you: give me the assurance that in working with you towards this end I am worthily fulfilling the confidence with which the highest authorities of this community have honoured me.