Thoughts Out of Season, Part II

By Friedrich Nietzsche

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its absence, any more
than its presence before. One may think the German people to be very
far from this danger: yet the foreigner will have some warrant for
his reproach that our inward life is too weak and ill-organised to
provide a form and external expression for itself. It may in rare
cases show itself finely receptive, earnest and powerful, richer
perhaps than the inward life of other peoples; but, taken as a whole,
it remains weak, as all its fine threads are not tied together in one
strong knot. The visible action is not the self-manifestation of the
inward life, but only a weak and crude attempt of a single thread to
make a show of representing the whole. And thus the German is not to
be judged on any one action, for the individual may be as completely
obscure after it as before. He must obviously be measured by his
thoughts and feelings, which are now expressed in his books; if only
the books did not, more than ever, raise the doubt whether the famous
inward life is still really sitting in its inaccessible shrine. It
might one day vanish and leave behind it only the external
life,--with its vulgar pride and vain servility,--to mark the German.
Fearful thought!--as fearful as if the inward life still sat there,
painted and rouged and disguised, become a play-actress or something
worse; as his theatrical experience seems to have taught the quiet
observer Grillparzer, standing aside as he did from the main press.
"We feel by theory," he says. "We hardly know any more how our
contemporaries give expression to their feelings: we make them use
gestures that are impossible nowadays. Shakespeare has spoilt us

This is a single example, its general application perhaps too hastily
assumed. But how terrible it would be were that generalisation
justified before our eyes! There would be then a note of despair in
the phrase, "We Germans feel by theory, we are all spoilt by
history;"--a phrase that would cut at the roots of any hope for a
future national culture. For every hope of that kind grows from the
belief in the genuineness and immediacy of German feeling, from the
belief in an untarnished inward life. Where is our hope or belief,
when its spring is muddied, and the inward quality has learned
gestures and dances and the use of cosmetics, has learned to express
itself "with due reflection in abstract terms," and gradually lose
itself? And how should a great productive spirit exist among a nation
that is not sure of its inward unity and is divided into educated

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