Thoughts Out of Season, Part II

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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sad
to have to value art so differently as cause and effect; how huge in
its inception, how faint the echo afterwards! The artist does his
work as Nature bids him, for the benefit of other men--no doubt of
it; but he knows that none of those men will understand and love his
work as he understands and loves it himself. That lonely height of
love and understanding is necessary, by Nature's clumsy law, to
produce a lower type; the great and noble are used as the means to
the small and ignoble. Nature is a bad manager; her expenses are far
greater than her profits: for all her riches she must one day go
bankrupt. She would have acted more reasonably to make the rule of
her household--small expense and hundredfold profit; if there had
been, for example, only a few artists with moderate powers, but an
immense number of hearers to appreciate them, stronger and more
powerful characters than the artists themselves; then the effect of
the art-work, in comparison with the cause, might be a hundred-tongued
echo. One might at least expect cause and effect to be of equal power;
but Nature lags infinitely behind this consummation. An artist, and
especially a philosopher, seems often to have dropped by chance into his
age, as a wandering hermit or straggler cut off from the main body.
Think how utterly great Schopenhauer is, and what a small and absurd
effect he has had! An honest man can feel no greater shame at the
present time than at the thought of the casual treatment Schopenhauer
has received and the evil powers that have up to now killed his effect
among men. First there was the want of readers,--to the eternal shame of
our cultivated age;--then the inadequacy of his first public adherents,
as soon as he had any; further, I think, the crassness of the modern man
towards books, which he will no longer take seriously. As an outcome of
many attempts to adapt Schopenhauer to this enervated age, the new
danger has gradually arisen of regarding him as an odd kind of pungent
herb, of taking him in grains, as a sort of metaphysical pepper. In this
way he has gradually become famous, and I should think more have heard
his name than Hegel's; and, for all that, he is still a solitary being,
who has failed of his effect.--Though the honour of causing the failure
belongs least of all to the barking of his literary antagonists; first
because there are few men with the patience to read them, and secondly,
because any one who

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