Also sprach Zarathustra: Ein Buch für Alle und Keinen

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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zu seinem Herzen, Der
dort muss wohl der höhere Mensch sein, von ihm kam jener schlimme
Nothschrei, - ich will sehn, ob da zu helfen ist." Als er aber
hinzulief, an die Stelle, wo der Mensch auf dem Boden lag, fand er
einen zitternden alten Mann mit stieren Augen; und wie sehr sich
Zarathustra mühte, dass er ihn aufrichte und wieder auf seine Beine
stelle, es war umsonst. Auch schien der Unglückliche nicht zu merken,
dass jemand um ihn sei; vielmehr sah er sich immer mit rührenden
Gebärden um, wie ein von aller Welt Verlassener und Vereinsamter.
Zuletzt aber, nach vielem Zittern, Zucken und Sich-zusammen-Krümmen,
begann er also zu jammern:

Wer wärmt mich, wer liebt mich noch?
Gebt heisse Hände!
Gebt Herzens-Kohlenbecken!
Hingestreckt, schaudernd,
Halbtodtem gleich, dem man die Füsse wärmt -
Geschüttelt, ach! von unbekannten Fiebern,
Zitternd vor spitzen eisigen Frost-Pfeilen,
Von dir gejagt, Gedanke!
Unnennbarer! Verhüllter! Entsetzlicher!
Du Jäger hinter Wolken!
Darniedergeblitzt von dir,
Du höhnisch Auge, das mich aus Dunklem anblickt:
- so liege ich,
Biege mich, winde mich, gequält
Von allen ewigen Martern,
Getroffen
Von Dir, grausamster Jäger,
Du unbekannter - Gott!

Triff tiefer,
Triff Ein Mal noch!
Zerstich, zerbrich diess Herz!
Was soll diess Martern
Mit zähnestumpfen Pfeilen?
Was blickst du wieder,
Der Menschen-Qual nicht müde,
Mit schadenfrohen Götter-Blitz-Augen?
Nicht tödten willst du,
Nur martern, martern?
Wozu - _mich_ martern,
Du schadenfroher unbekannter Gott? -

Haha! Du schleichst heran?
Bei solcher Mitternacht
Was willst du? Sprich!
Du drängst mich, drückst mich -
Ha! schon viel zu nahe!
Weg! Weg!
Du hörst mich athmen,
Du behorchst mein Herz,
Du Eifersüchtiger -
Worauf doch eifersüchtig?
Weg! Weg! Wozu die Leiter?
Willst _du_hinein_,
In's Herz,
Einsteigen,

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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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But as the prophet and his words are very often not honoured in his own country, those ideas have been embraced with much more fervour by other nations than by that in which they originated.
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The venerable Owner of this old house is still standing on its threshold: his face is pale, his expression careworn, his eyes apparently scanning something far in the distance.
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In his _Ecce Homo_, he tells us most emphatically: "I have no desire to attack particular persons--I do but use a personality as a magnifying glass; I place it over the subject to which I wish to call attention, merely that the appeal may be stronger.
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The strongest proof of this is my essay, _Wagner in Bayreuth_: in all decidedly psychological passages of this book the reader may simply read my name, or the name 'Zarathustra,' wherever the.
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And this was said in the name of the assembled "We"; that is to say, the "superiors," the "superiors through weakness.
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But whoever can this Sweetmeat-Beethoven of Strauss's be? He is said to have composed nine symphonies, of which the Pastoral is "the least remarkable"; we are told that "each time in composing the third, he seemed impelled to exceed his bounds, and depart on an adventurous quest," from which we might infer that we are here concerned with a sort of double monster, half horse and half cavalier.
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Now, as an idea--even that of Strauss's concerning the universe--has no face, if there be any face in the question at all it must be that of the idealist, and the procedure may be subdivided into the following separate actions:--Strauss, in any case, throws Schopenhauer open, whereupon the latter slaps Strauss in the face.
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His business ought rather to have been, to take the phenomena of human goodness, such--for instance--as pity, love, and self-abnegation, which are already to hand, and seriously to explain them and show their relation to his Darwinian first principle.
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And it is here that we reach the limit of his courage, even in the presence of his "We.
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432); "A repast that begins with champagne" (p.
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They have conspired to twist nature and the names of things completely round, and for the future to speak of health only there where we see weakness, and to speak of illness and excitability where for our part we see genuine vigour.
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What, for instance, must Alexander the Great have seen in that instant when he caused Asia and Europe to be drunk out of the same goblet? But what went through Wagner's mind on that day--how he became what he is, and what he will be--we only can imagine who are nearest to him, and can follow him, up to a certain point, in his self-examination; but through his eyes alone is it possible for us to understand his grand work, and by the help of this understanding vouch for its fruitfulness.
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Only a force completely free and pure was strong enough to guide this will to all that is good and beneficial.
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He has many means whereby he can attain to honour and might; peace and plenty persistently offer themselves to him, but only in that form recognised by the modern man, which to the straightforward artist is no.
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of languages, the mythologist and the myth poet, who was the first to include all these wonderful and beautiful products of primitive times in a single Ring, upon which he engraved the runic characters of his thoughts--what a wealth of knowledge must Wagner have accumulated and commanded, in order to have become all that! And yet this mass of material was just as powerless to impede the action of his will as a matter of detail--however attractive--was to draw his purpose from its path.
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notion of; but it requires to be written in a much more earnest and severe spirit, by much more vigorous students, and with much less optimism than has been the case hitherto.
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In the person of Wagner I recognise one of these anti-Alexanders: he rivets and locks together all that is isolated, weak, or in any way defective; if I may be allowed to use a medical expression, he has an _astringent_ power.
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And at this point we plainly discern the task assigned to modern art--that of stupefying or intoxicating, of lulling to sleep or bewildering.
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Music had kept itself alive among the poor, the simple, and the isolated; the German musician had not succeeded in adapting himself to the luxurious traffic of the arts; he himself had become a fairy tale full Of monsters and mysteries, full of the most touching omens and auguries--a helpless questioner, something bewitched and in need of rescue.
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in awe from it.