/lit/ - Literature

>Seeing suffering feels good, making someone suffer even more so—it is a harsh proposition, but an ancient, powerful human, all-too-human principle that, by the way, even the apes would probably endorse: for it is said that in thinking up bizarre cruelties they richly foreshadow and as it were play "prelude" to humans. Without cruelty, no festival: thus the most ancient, longest period of human history teaches—and also in punishment there is so much that is festive!—
Was Nietzsche a sadist? There’s something psychopathic in those eyes.

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Nietzsche

I was looking through the internet for reasons why Nieztsche didn't like the English and came across this quote

>Man does not strive for happiness; only the English do that.

What the fuck is he talking about? Who doesn't strive for happiness? And why wouldn't you?

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This is actually him without the stache as a young man.

>In origin, Socrates belonged to the lowest class: Socrates was plebs. We know, we can still see for ourselves, how ugly he was. But ugliness, in itself an objection, is among the Greeks almost a refutation. Was Socrates a Greek at all? Ugliness is often enough the expression of a development that has been crossed, thwarted by crossing. Or it appears as declining development. The anthropologists among the criminologists tell us that the typical criminal is ugly: monstrum in fronte, monstrum in animo. [“monster in face, monster in soul”] But the criminal is a decadent. Was Socrates a typical criminal? At least that would not be contradicted by the famous judgment of the physiognomist which sounded so offensive to the friends of Socrates. A foreigner who knew about faces once passed through Athens and told Socrates to his face that he was a monstrum -- that he harbored in himself all the bad vices and appetites. And Socrates merely answered: "You know me, sir!"
Says a man who looked like a school shooter. This guy was so desilusional.

>“Someone or other must be to blame that I feel ill’ – this kind of conclusion is peculiar to all sick people, and in fact becomes more insistent, the more they remain in ignorance of the true reason, the physiological one, why they feel ill (this can, perhaps, be a disease of the nervus sympaticus, or lie in an excessive secretion of bile, or in a deficiency of potassium sulphate and phosphate in the blood, or in abdominal stricture interrupting the blood circulation, or in degeneration of the ovaries and such like). The sufferers, one and all, are frighteningly willing and inventive in their pretexts for painful emotions; they even enjoy being mistrustful and dwelling on wrongs and imagined slights: they rummage through the bowels of their past and present for obscure, questionable stories that will allow them to wallow in tortured suspicion, and intoxicate themselves with their own poisonous wickedness – they rip open the oldest wounds and make themselves bleed to death from scars long-since healed, they make evil-doers out of friend, wife, child and anyone else near to them. ‘I suffer: someone or other must be guilty’ – and every sick sheep thinks the same.”

this board is self-evidently a breeding ground for the kind of typhoid Nietzsche describes, as is this website, and many others online. why subject others to the poison you stir up in yourself by coming here, /lit/? there must come a point where one puts down one’s book, leaves and does not come back. indeed this would be my only entreaty in that vein, for i feel a portion of my adolescence was swallowed up in a fog of despair, a sea of resentment, casually fostered by ‘communities’ such as those found here. read Nietzsche and get out. it is the only way — you know this already.