hunter shall have a good hunt!
And verily, ye good and just! In you there is much to be laughed at, and
especially your fear of what hath hitherto been called "the devil!"
So alien are ye in your souls to what is great, that to you the Superman
would be FRIGHTFUL in his goodness!
And ye wise and knowing ones, ye would flee from the solar-glow of the
wisdom in which the Superman joyfully batheth his nakedness!
Ye highest men who have come within my ken! this is my doubt of you, and
my secret laughter: I suspect ye would call my Superman--a devil!
Ah, I became tired of those highest and best ones: from their "height"
did I long to be up, out, and away to the Superman!
A horror came over me when I saw those best ones naked: then there grew
for me the pinions to soar away into distant futures.
Into more distant futures, into more southern souths than ever artist
dreamed of: thither, where Gods are ashamed of all clothes!
But disguised do I want to see YOU, ye neighbours and fellowmen, and
well-attired and vain and estimable, as "the good and just;"--
And disguised will I myself sit amongst you--that I may MISTAKE you and
myself: for that is my last manly prudence.--
Thus spake Zarathustra.
XLIV. THE STILLEST HOUR.
What hath happened unto me, my friends? Ye see me troubled, driven
forth, unwillingly obedient, ready to go--alas, to go away from YOU!
Yea, once more must Zarathustra retire to his solitude: but unjoyously
this time doth the bear go back to his cave!
What hath happened unto me? Who ordereth this?--Ah, mine angry mistress
wisheth it so; she spake unto me. Have I ever named her name to you?
Yesterday towards evening there spake unto me MY STILLEST HOUR: that is
the name of my terrible mistress.
And thus did it happen--for everything must I tell you, that your heart
may not harden against the suddenly departing one!
Do ye know the terror of him who falleth asleep?--
To the very toes he is terrified, because the ground giveth way under
him, and the dream beginneth.
This do I speak unto you in parable. Yesterday at the stillest hour did
the ground give way under me: the dream began.
The hour-hand moved on, the timepiece of my life drew breath--never did
I hear such stillness around me, so that my heart was terrified.
Then was there spoken unto me without voice: "THOU KNOWEST IT,
And I cried in terror at this whispering, and the blood left my face:
but I was silent.
In a truly great man, life-theory and life-practice, if seen from a sufficiently lofty point of view, must and do always agree; in an actor, in a romanticist, in an idealist, and in a Christian, there is always a yawning chasm between the two, which, whatever well-meaning critics may do, cannot be bridged posthumously by acrobatic feats _in psychologicis.Page 13
Even Wagner misunderstood it.Page 20
For example, let us suppose that Wagner requires a female voice.Page 31
The Germans, these _loiterers par excellence,_ as history shows, are to-day the most backward among the civilised nations of Europe: this has its advantages,--for they are thus relatively the youngest.Page 46
WHERE WAGNER IS AT HOME.Page 51
A horror of his memory is typical of him.Page 56
It is a question either of no longer _requiring_ Wagner's art, or of still requiring it Gigantic forces lie concealed in it: _it drives one beyond its own domain.Page 58
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24 People in general think that philology is at an end--while I believe that it has not yet begun.Page 76
Wolf says: "The amount of intellectual food that can be got from well-digested scholarship is a very insignificant item.Page 84
My belief is that we are forced to concern ourselves with antiquity at a wrong period of our lives.Page 89
--"Î£ÏÎ¦ÏÎ¿ÏÏÎ½Î·," according to Schopenhauer, has its roots in the clearness with which the Greeks saw into themselves and into the world at large, and thence became conscious of themselves.Page 94
151 With the advent of Christianity a religion attained the mastery which corresponded to.Page 103
Until now no single individuality, or only the very rarest, have been free: they were influenced by these conceptions, but likewise by the bad and contradictory organisation of the individual purposes.Page 105
Nobody will ever call something stupid--God.Page 106
Save your genius! shall be shouted unto the people: set him free! Do all you can to unshackle him.