Ainsi Parlait Zarathoustra

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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ce que chacun y apporte, même la bête
intérieure. Aussi faut-il dissuader beaucoup de gens de la solitude.

Y a-t-il eu jusqu'à présent sur la terre quelque chose de plus impur
qu'un saint du désert? Autour de pareils êtres le diable n'était pas
seul à être déchaîné, - mais aussi le cochon.


Timide, honteux, maladroit, semblable à un tigre qui a mangé son bond:
c'est ainsi, ô hommes supérieurs, que je vous ai souvent vus vous
glisser à part. Vous aviez manqué un _coup de dé_.

Mais que vous importe, à vous autres joueurs de dés! Vous n'avez pas
appris à jouer et à narguer comme il faut jouer et narguer! Ne
sommes-nous pas toujours assis à une grande table de moquerie et de jeu?

Et parce que vous avez manqué de grandes choses, est-ce une raison pour
que vous soyez vous-mêmes - manqués? Et si vous-êtes vous-mêmes
manqués, est-ce une raison pour que - l'homme soit manqué? Mais si
l'homme est manqué: eh bien! allons!


Plus une chose est élevée dans son genre, plus est rare sa réussite.
Vous autres hommes supérieurs qui vous trouvez ici, n'êtes-vous pas
tous - manqués?

Pourtant, ayez bon courage, qu'importe cela! Combien de choses sont
encore possibles! Apprenez à rire de vous-mêmes, comme il faut rire!

Quoi d'étonnant aussi que vous soyez manqués, que vous ayez réussi à
moitié, vous qui êtes à moitié brisés! _L'avenir_ de l'homme ne se
presse et ne se pousse-t-il pas en vous?

Ce que l'homme a de plus lointain, de plus profond, sa hauteur
d'étoiles et sa force immense: tout cela ne se heurte-t-il pas en
écumant dans votre marmite?

Quoi d'étonnant si plus d'une marmite se casse! Apprenez à rire de
vous-mêmes comme il faut rire! O hommes supérieurs, combien de choses
sont encore possibles!

Et, en vérité, combien de choses ont déjà réussi! Comme cette terre
abonde en petites choses bonnes et parfaites et bien réussies!

Placez autour de vous de petites choses bonnes et parfaites, ô hommes
supérieurs. Leur maturité dorée guérit le coeur. Les choses parfaites
nous apprennent à espérer.


Quel fut jusqu'à présent sur la terre le plus grand péché? Ne fut-ce
pas la parole de celui qui a dit: "Malheur à ceux qui rient ici-bas!"

Ne trouvait-il pas de quoi rire sur la terre? S'il en est ainsi, il a
mal cherché. Un enfant même trouve de quoi rire.

Celui-là - n'aimait pas assez: autrement il nous aurait aussi aimés,
nous autres rieurs! Mais il nous haïssait et nous honnissait, nous

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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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It might be supposed that the dangers of such an _abuse of success_ would be recognised by the more thoughtful and enlightened among cultivated Germans; or, at least, that these would feel how painful is the comedy that is being enacted around them: for what in truth could more readily inspire pity than the sight of a cripple strutting like a cock before a mirror, and exchanging complacent glances with his reflection! But the "scholar" caste willingly allow things to remain as they are, and are too much concerned with their own affairs to busy themselves with the care of the German mind.
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In Germany, during the first decade of the nineteenth century, for instance, when.
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We are now in possession of information concerning two matters from one of the initiated: first, that these "We" stand beyond the passion for beauty; secondly, that their position was reached by means of weakness.
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describes even the most suspicious of our doings! Here indeed is our man; for his heaven is our heaven!" [3] This alludes to a German student-song.
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"Have pity on the exceptional man!" Goethe cries to us; "for it was his lot to live in such a wretched age that his life was one long polemical effort.
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In this, we have the answer to our first question: How does the believer in the new faith picture his heaven? The Straussian Philistine harbours in the works of our great poets and musicians like a parasitic worm whose life is destruction, whose admiration is devouring, and whose worship is digesting.
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" Obviously, he gulped Schopenhauer down "the wrong way," and this hoarse coughing is merely his attempt to clear his throat.
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Who could read the following psychological avowal, for instance, without indignation, seeing that it is obviously but an offshoot from this vicious gospel of comfort?--"Beethoven remarked that he could never have composed a text like Figaro or Don Juan.
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We all know the peculiar methods adopted in our own time of cultivating the sciences: we all know them, because they form a part of our lives.
Page 58
At home, or in the company of his equals, he may applaud with wild enthusiasm, but takes care not to put on paper how entirely Strauss's words are in harmony with his own innermost feelings.
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Some one sees something naked, and he exclaims: "What if this were the truth!" Whereupon he grows more solemn than is his wont.
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But it often happens, too, that a man of might strikes a blow which falls without effect upon a stubborn stone; a short, sharp report is heard, and all is over.
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In the realm of art it signifies, so to speak, the first circumnavigation of the world, and by this voyage not only was there discovered an apparently new art, but Art itself.
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It is now necessary that a generation of _anti-Alexanders_ should arise, endowed with the supreme strength necessary for gathering up, binding together, and joining the individual threads of the fabric, so as to prevent their being scattered to the four winds.
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And under these conditions, which are only vaguely felt at present, language has gradually become a force in itself which with spectral arms coerces and drives humanity where it least wants to go.
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For this reason, we others are in much greater need of art; because it was _in the presence of the realistic that our eyes began to see_, and we require the complete dramatist in order that he may relieve us, if only for an hour or so, of the insufferable tension arising from our knowledge of the chasm which lies between our capabilities and the duties we have to perform.
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It almost seemed, therefore, as if Beethoven had set himself the contradictory task of expressing pathos in the terms of the ethos.
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In this behalf, his inventiveness in small things as in great, his omniscience and industry are such, that at the sight of one of Wagner's scores one is almost led to believe that no real work or effort had ever existed before his time.
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" That an art could arise which would be so clear and warm as to flood the base and the poor in spirit with its light, as well as to melt the haughtiness of the learned--such a phenomenon had to be experienced though it could not be guessed.