Thus Spake Zarathustra Friedrich Nietzsche (best thriller novels of all time .txt) đ
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And this also did I learn among them: the praiser doeth as if he gave back; in truth, however, he wanteth more to be given him!
Ask my foot if their lauding and luring strains please it! Verily, to such measure and ticktack, it liketh neither to dance nor to stand still.
To small virtues would they fain lure and laud me; to the ticktack of small happiness would they fain persuade my foot.
I pass through this people and keep mine eyes open; they have become smaller, and ever become smaller:â âthe reason thereof is their doctrine of happiness and virtue.
For they are moderate also in virtueâ âbecause they want comfort. With comfort, however, moderate virtue only is compatible.
To be sure, they also learn in their way to stride on and stride forward: that, I call their hobbling.â âThereby they become a hindrance to all who are in haste.
And many of them go forward, and look backwards thereby, with stiffened necks: those do I like to run up against.
Foot and eye shall not lie, nor give the lie to each other. But there is much lying among small people.
Some of them will, but most of them are willed. Some of them are genuine, but most of them are bad actors.
There are actors without knowing it amongst them, and actors without intending itâ â, the genuine ones are always rare, especially the genuine actors.
Of man there is little here: therefore do their women masculinise themselves. For only he who is man enough, willâ âsave the woman in woman.
And this hypocrisy found I worst amongst them, that even those who command feign the virtues of those who serve.
âI serve, thou servest, we serveââ âso chanteth here even the hypocrisy of the rulersâ âand alas! if the first lord be only the first servant!
Ah, even upon their hypocrisy did mine eyesâ curiosity alight; and well did I divine all their fly-happiness, and their buzzing around sunny windowpanes.
So much kindness, so much weakness do I see. So much justice and pity, so much weakness.
Round, fair, and considerate are they to one another, as grains of sand are round, fair, and considerate to grains of sand.
Modestly to embrace a small happinessâ âthat do they call âsubmissionâ! and at the same time they peer modestly after a new small happiness.
In their hearts they want simply one thing most of all: that no one hurt them. Thus do they anticipate everyoneâs wishes and do well unto everyone.
That, however, is cowardice, though it be called âvirtue.ââ â
And when they chance to speak harshly, those small people, then do I hear therein only their hoarsenessâ âevery draught of air maketh them hoarse.
Shrewd indeed are they, their virtues have shrewd fingers. But they lack fists: their fingers do not know how to creep behind fists.
Virtue for them is what maketh modest and tame: therewith have they made the wolf a dog, and man himself manâs best domestic animal.
âWe set our chair in the midstââ âso saith their smirking unto meâ ââand as far from dying gladiators as from satisfied swine.â
That, however, isâ âmediocrity, though it be called moderation.â â
IIII pass through this people and let fall many words: but they know neither how to take nor how to retain them.
They wonder why I came not to revile venery and vice; and verily, I came not to warn against pickpockets either!
They wonder why I am not ready to abet and whet their wisdom: as if they had not yet enough of wiseacres, whose voices grate on mine ear like slate-pencils!
And when I call out: âCurse all the cowardly devils in you, that would fain whimper and fold the hands and adoreââ âthen do they shout: âZarathustra is godless.â
And especially do their teachers of submission shout this;â âbut precisely in their ears do I love to cry: âYea! I am Zarathustra, the godless!â
Those teachers of submission! Wherever there is aught puny, or sickly, or scabby, there do they creep like lice; and only my disgust preventeth me from cracking them.
Well! This is my sermon for their ears: I am Zarathustra the godless, who saith: âWho is more godless than I, that I may enjoy his teaching?â
I am Zarathustra the godless: where do I find mine equal? And all those are mine equals who give unto themselves their Will, and divest themselves of all submission.
I am Zarathustra the godless! I cook every chance in my pot. And only when it hath been quite cooked do I welcome it as my food.
And verily, many a chance came imperiously unto me: but still more imperiously did my Will speak unto itâ âthen did it lie imploringly upon its kneesâ â
âImploring that it might find home and heart with me, and saying flatteringly: âSee, O Zarathustra, how friend only cometh unto friend!ââ â
But why talk I, when no one hath mine ears! And so will I shout it out unto all the winds:
Ye ever become smaller, ye small people! Ye crumble away, ye comfortable ones! Ye will yet perishâ â
âBy your many small virtues, by your many small omissions, and by your many small submissions!
Too tender, too yielding: so is your soil! But for a tree to become great, it seeketh to twine hard roots around hard rocks!
Also what ye omit weaveth at the web of all the human future; even your naught is a cobweb, and a spider that liveth on the blood of the future.
And when ye take, then is it like stealing, ye small virtuous ones; but even among knaves honour saith that âone shall only steal when one cannot rob.â
âIt giveth itselfââ âthat is also a doctrine of submission. But I say unto you, ye comfortable ones, that it taketh to itself, and will ever take more and more from you!
Ah, that ye would renounce all half-willing, and would decide for idleness as ye decide for action!
Ah, that ye understood my word: âDo ever what ye willâ âbut first be such as can will.
âLove ever your neighbour as yourselvesâ âbut first
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