Wednesday, 22 April 2009

From "Thus Spake Zarathustra"

By Friedrich Nietzsche.

"[...] Dost thou not smell the slaughterhouses and ovens of the spirit even now? Dost not this town steam with the fumes of slaughtered spirit? [...] Spit on the city of compressed souls and slender chests, of pop-eyes and sticky fingers - on the city of the obtrusive, the brazen-faced, the pen-demagogues and tongue-demagogues, the overheated ambitious - where everything maimed, infamous, lustful, dusky, over-mellow, pussy and plotting festereth perniciously together - spit on the great city and turn back!"

Here, however, did Zarathustra interrupt the foaming fool, and shut his mouth. "Stop this at once! called out Zarathustra, long have thy speech and thy manner disgusted me! Why didst thou live so long by the swamp, that thou thyself hadst to become a frog and a toad? Floweth there not a tainted, frothy, swamp-blood in thine own veins, when thou hast thus learned to croak and revile? Why wentest thou not into the forest? Or why didst thou not till the ground? Is the sea not full of green islands? I despise thy despising; and when thou warnedst me, why didst thou not warn thyself? Out of love alone shall my contempt and my warning bird take wing; but not out of the swamp! They call thee mine ape, thou foaming fool: but I call thee my grunting-pig - by thy grunting, thou spoilest even my praise of folly. What was it that first made thee grunt? Because no one sufficiently flattered thee: therefore didst thou seat thyself beside this filth, that thou mightest have cause for much grunting, that thou mightest have cause for much vengeance! For vengeance, thou vain fool, is all thy foaming; I have divined thee well! But thy fools'-word injureth me, even when thou art right! And even if Zarathustra's word were a hundred times justified, thou wouldst ever do wrong with my word!"

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