/lit/ - Literature

>>18570218
Sounds based. I thought this Neech guy was a cuck?

>>18570218

sheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesh

>>18570218
Nietzsche slapped mad hos

I think the work is rather too kind to women.

>>18570218
>Women are incapable of true connection
"As yet woman is not capable of friendship. But tell me, ye men, who of you are capable of friendship?
Oh! your poverty, ye men, and your sordidness of soul! As much as ye give to your friend, will I give even to my foe, and will not have become poorer thereby.
There is comradeship: may there be friendship!"

"As yet" and men don't have true friendship either.

>are at the very best akin to cattle
"Thus spake Zarathustra. And at that time he abode in the town which is called The Pied Cow."

>Man shall be trained for war and the women for the recreation of the warrior? Really?
"To the good warrior soundeth “thou shalt” pleasanter than “I will.” And all that is dear unto you, ye shall first
have it commanded unto you."
"The happiness of man is, “I will.” The happiness of woman is, “He will.”"

"He wills" == "Thou shalt"
"Woman" and "warrior" are all about the same thing, but expressed in different words.

"Whom hateth woman most?—Thus spake the iron to the loadstone: “I hate thee most, because thou attractest, but art too weak to draw unto thee.”"
"One ought still to honour the enemy in one’s friend. Canst thou go nigh unto thy friend, and not go over to him?
In one’s friend one shall have one’s best enemy. Thou shalt be closest unto him with thy heart when thou withstandest him."

Learn to read, dumbfuck.

>>18570218
>dumbing down what's actually written
go back to bunkertranny

>>18571262
I posted first

>>18570218
are you saying that your experience contradicts the presented statements?

>>18570218
The Ring cycle poem is basically Zarathustra without the misogyny.

>>18570218
Thus Spoke Zarasheeeeeeeeeeeeshtra.

>>18572330
I heard that Nietzsche and Wagner once got into an argument and Nietzsche accused Wagner of being a Jew. Yes I know Nietzsche was not actually an anti-Semite and Wagner was which is why I Lol’d

>>18570218
It’s weird, I had childhood friends that were girls, and to the best of my recollection they were every bit sincere and sweet.
Yet now, it’s getting hard to reconcile this with my increasingly despondent view of people in general( of whom, women are merely the most egregious example).
Was anything real, and once childhood has died, is there any sincerity worth having?

>>18572508
Sometimes I wonder if there is a magnetic pole shift that is wreaking havoc on people’s brains

>>18572330
I think Wagner is probably more misogynistic than Nietzsche if you take into account Wagner being a brutally honest jock and Nietzsche an effeminate introverted sort.

>>18572508
Social media isn’t real life. The internet as a whole isn’t real life. The only thing that gets clicks is negativity. The good won’t be broadcasted. Happiness starts when you put the window of nightmares aside.

>>18570218
Nietzsche had some good solid arguments but also a lot of THIS IS MY OPINION stuff

>>18573357
His entire corpus is THIS IS MY OPINION. That's what perspectivism is nigger

Ach, ihr Leute! Ihr seid — I'm sorry, it must be in English, I know. You people are so funny! You post these pictures every day, and every day you say the same things, over and over again, and you know nothing. Nothing at all. You are like children, truly: like little children.

Let me tell you about my brother.

As a young boy Friedrich was a friendly fellow, but wayward. He needed a firm hand. All men need a firm hand, and a good German woman, you may be sure, knows how to apply it. Many a time, as we sat together in our parlour — I at my sewing, he at his books — he would become dreadfully excited, gazing out at the young Frauleins passing by our window. "They are so pretty — so pretty," he would sigh. "Ah, look!" he said on more than one occasion. "She looked at me — truly, mein Schwester, she did!" Of course, none of them could possibly have looked at him. And if any had, I would certainly have put a stop to it. A young man's mind should be on his studies, not on some common trollop in the street! But anyway —

As Friedrich approached manhood, these regrettable distractions became more common. And a strange pattern of behaviour began to manifest: after such an event, he would invariably, on some pretext or other, slip away to his room, where he would shut the door firmly, with an air of one who wishes for absolute privacy — how foolish! — so that if I had not removed the key, I am sure he would have locked himself in. What he got up to in there on his own, I cannot, of course, say; but it is certainly true that according to our housemaid, my brother soiled a great many handkerchiefs in those days, although he was not at that time (thanks to my foresight in forbidding him the ourdoors when there was dampness in the air) particularly susceptible to colds. One does not wish to dwell on sordid matters — Nature is, after all, something that we were put on earth to rise above — but eventually, I was forced to take stern measures. One evening I called him before me.

"Friedrich, " I said.

"Yes, sister?" he asked sheepishly.

"You have been thinking about young girls, have you not?"

His silence was admission of guilt.

"Come with me, " I said. When I spoke in such tones he knew not to argue.

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>>18573386

On the chest-of-drawers in my bedroom was a long-handled hairbrush. I directed Friedrich to pull down his trousers and bend over. With surprising alacrity he did so. Perhaps he was impelled by conscience? — for I was undoubtedly in the right, and my brother was, as I have already said, a good fellow at heart.

Smack! Smack! went the hairbrush on his pale, naked, quivering, upturned buttocks. I took no pleasure in the action, nor in watching the skin turn gradually redder and redder, but I could at least console myself that it was all for the best. Smack! Smack! I went. Poor Friedrich! How he did wriggle!

"Nein, please, Elisabeth, nein, nein — " he wailed. But I knew my duty. Twenty strokes I had decided upon, and twenty it had to be. I counted them aloud; then, at the last, released him. He stood upright, pale and trembling. I knew that it was now necessary to show tenderness. Punishment must be harsh, but there is more to life than harshness, after all!

"You did very well, Friedrich," I said. "Elisabeth is proud of you!"

I gave him a kiss on the cheek, told him to pull up his trousers, and felt sure that the matter was satisfactorily resolved.

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>>18573393

You will doubtless be assuming that this put an end to Friedrich's unfortunate predilection. Surely, such an unpleasant experience would cure anyone of a bad habit which is, after all, only the result of idleness and lack of mental discipline?

One would assume so — but for some reason, this was not the case. Perhaps I was too gentle? — perhaps my natural sisterly affection worked in me more powerfully than I realized, so that the strokes were not sufficiently heavy? I can scarcely believe it; but the fact remained, that not only did my course of action fail to solve the problem, it seemed to exacerbate it. Friedrich transgressed just as often — in fact, even more so! I was forced to repeat the punishment, until eventually it became a routine. Once a week, at first, then twice weekly. Before long, it was every night.

One particular occasion I remember, which might shed some light upon my brother's attitude to this whole business. Friedrich came to my room punctually at eight thirty, as usual, but when I looked for the hairbrush, it was nowhere to be seen. (I had, as it happens, put it down thoughtlessly in another room, where it was discovered the next morning.)

"Can you not find the hairbrush, Elisabeth?" my brother asked.

"No, indeed, " I said, rather peevishly. (As I have mentioned, I took no pleasure — no pleasure at all — in Friedrich's chastisement, but the fact remains that when one has developed a routine it is irksome to have it broken, and the thought of not giving him a good spanking was making me peculiarly irritable.)

"Pray, don't distress yourself, sister, " he said. "I have a hairbrush in my room."

Off he scampered, returning in no time at all with his own brush. Not so long and weighty as mine, but still, perfectly serviceable. I took it from him happily. What a noble fellow he was, after all! Most young men would have seized the chance which Fate had afforded them, to avoid a penance. But Friedrich knew what was right, and would submit to the demands of justice, however unpleasant they might be.

Conscious that I was in danger of forfeiting some part of my authority, I made sure to strike particularly firmly that night. It would never do, after all, to shirk my duty out of some misguided sense of obligation! And I am happy to say that Friedrich took it in good spirit. It had become part of our little routine for him to thank me afterwards, and that night, his "Danke, Elisabeth!" lacked, I felt, none of its usual warmth. Quite the contrary, in fact!

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>>18573401

But anyway. — What, you are wondering, has this to do with my brother's works? What can this possibly have to do with "Zarathustra"?

Well, here is the oddest part of the whole affair. You are probably imagining that this nightly routine went on for only a short time — perhaps a few months. Friedrich was a growing man, after all. But this is not the case. For some reason it became quite indispensible to him. Over the years there was not a night we spent under the same roof when I would not hear his knock at my door at eight thirty. And when he was forced to spend time away from home, he clearly felt the want of my sisterly ministrations. I quote one of his letters:

"Basel University

Friday evening

My Dear Elisabeth,

It is good to come to the end of another week! The boys are so stupid. They mean well, but they know so little. It is quite a relief to leave the lecture-hall and retire to my quarters. I am working hard on my book [this is the volume which would become Birth of Tragedy], but the evenings drag so. There is much that Euripedes can give a man, but there is also much — perhaps, much *more*, that he cannot. Perhaps no-one can give it except a good woman. You know what I am talking about — there is no need to dwell on it. I count the hours until I am back home again!

— Friedrich

P.S. A most peculiar thing happened to me yesterday. Early in the morning, while taking my customary walk through the town, I passed a young lady. When our eyes happened to meet, she smiled at me. What could she have meant by this? I hurried back to my room at once to think the matter through, and also form some plan of action. Eventually I decided that a simple "Good day" would answer the demands of both courtesy and amicability. I returned to the spot, but she was no longer there, nor did she return during the half-hour period I waited. I must confess, the motives of the fairer sex are largely a closed book to me. Perhaps you can throw some light on the situation. What did she have in mind? And could I have handled the matter more adroitly?"

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>>18573408

As you are surely aware, Friedrich was not long at the University. He came back home to write. His books were, indeed, a great trial to produce, and I was, at first, tempted to reduce or even forego altogether his nightly punishment, in the interests of focusing his energies. But strange to say, when I suggested as much, he was adamantly opposed to the idea. And I noticed that his most feverish bouts of composition — those miraculous hours when his greatest paragraphs were crafted — correlated in no small measure with our evenings together when I was at my most energetic and merciless.

What a surprise it was when I read the finished manuscript of Zarathustra! I am laughing even now when I think of it.

"WHEN YOU GO AMONG WOMEN, TAKE CARE THAT YOU DO NOT FORGET YOUR WHIP!"

Ach, ihr Dummköpfe! — You blockheads! I watch you repeat this among yourselves. Over and over again, you repeat it. How I laugh. You are children. Do you truly imagine that my brother conceived this passage walking on lofty mountain-tops, breathing the thin, pure air of the Bavarian Alps, as he suggests? Not at all. Nor did he conceive it at his desk. That was only where he set it down — his desk and his study were for mere mechanical transcription, nothing more. No, no. This stern and unyielding sentiment — this and all those others to which you are so devoted — his Eternal Recurrance and his God is Dead and his beloved Ubermensch as well — all these were conceived while he gazed down at my bedroom carpet, his trousers about his ankles, feeling my hairbrush beat out its merciless Smack! Smack! on his upturned buttocks.

— Elisabeth Förster-Nietzsche

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>>18572743
Pretty much.

>The redemption of woman into participation in the nature of man is the outcome of christian-Germanic evolution. The Greek remained in ignorance of the psychic process of the ennobling of woman to the rank of man, To him everything appeared under its direct, unmediated aspect,—woman to him was woman, and man was man; and thus at the point where his love to woman was satisfied in accordance with nature, arose the spiritual demand for man.

>>18573357
>but also a lot of THIS IS MY OPINION stuff
>>18571419
>Learn to read, dumbfuck.

Women's incapability of friendship is equal to men's incapability. As directly stated above.

The comparing to cows is a pun. "The pied cow" [Die Bunte Kuh] depicts the condition of the modern man - multicultured and docile. Yet, they are also compared to cats and birds, i.e. wild animals.
In the fourth part, the Voluntary Beggar (one of the higher humans) attempts to learn wisdom from cows.

The nietzschean friendship requires simultaneously being an enemy, which implies hatred. ("Ye shall only have enemies to be hated, but not enemies to be despised. Ye must be proud of your enemies; then, the successes of your enemies are also your successes")
If the woman hates you for not drawing her too close, then she is also striving for Ubermensch. Meaning, this is the kind of woman to pair with. ("Yea, I would that the earth shook with convulsions when a saint and a goose mate with one another.")

Both the woman and the warrior obey. The warrior is not yet "the saint of knowledge" ("And if ye cannot be saints of knowledge, then, I pray you, be at least its warriors.")

>>18573495
And last, but not least. When Nietzsche writes:
"Whom hateth woman most?—Thus spake the iron to the loadstone: “I hate thee most, because thou attractest, but art too weak to draw unto thee.”"

This is hermetic alchemical symbolism. The iron is *male* symbol, the loadstone (the magnet) is mercury ("the Steel of the Wise"). Mercury is greek god Hermes. And Zarathustra frequently evokes symbolisms of Hermes (crossroads, Caduceus staff, etc.) - meaning, that Zarathustra is Hermes.

The iron hates the lodestone. Meaning, the women are compared to the male warrior/friendship/hatred situation. ("My brethren in war! I love you from the very heart. I am, and was ever, your counterpart. And I am also your best enemy.")
Meaning, the women -just like males- hate and befriend only "the saint of knowledge".

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>>18573420
What a delightfully ironic man, Nietzsche was. I hope facts like these help idiots who fail to understand him interpret his "philosophical" comments on women in a way that is less injurious to his spirit.

>>18570378
He was a cuck, but a based cuck. A biographic tragedy that most men can't escape.