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[Anonymous No.8770686]

>To those human beings who are of any concern to me I wish suffering, desolation, sickness, ill-treatment, indignities - I wish that they should not remain unfamiliar with profound self-contempt, the torture of self-mistrust, the wretchedness of the vanquished: I have no pity for them...

What did he mean by this?

[Anonymous No.8770752]

>>8770686
i want others to suffer

[Anonymous No.8770770]

>>8770686

What is noble, as defined by NEETzsche.

>Care for the most external things, in so far as this care forms a boundary, keeps distant, guards against confusion.

>Apparent frivolity in word, dress, bearing, through which a stoic severity and self-constraint protects itself against all immodest inquisitiveness

>Slowness of gesture, and of glance. There are not too many valuable things: and these come and wish to come of themselves to the valuable man. We do not easily admire.
>Endurance of poverty and want, also of sickness

>Avoidance of petty honors and mistrust of all who praise readily: for whoever praises believes he understands what he praises: but to understand--Balzac, that typical man of ambition, has revealed it--comprende c'est egaler.

>Our doubt as to the communicability of the heart goes deep; solitude not as chosen but as given

>The conviction that one has duties only to one's equals, towards the others one acts as one thinks best: that justice can be hoped for (unfortunately not counted on) only inter pares.

>An ironic response to the "talented," the belief in a nobility of birth in moral matters too.

>Always to experience oneself as one who bestows honor, while there are not many fit to honor one

>Always disguised: the higher the type, the more a man requires an incognito. If God existed, he would merely on the grounds of decency, be obliged to show himself to the world only as a man.

>The ability for otium, the unconditional conviction that although a craft in any sense does not dishonor, it certainly takes away nobility. No "industriousness" in the bourgeois sense, however well we may know how to honor and reward it, or like those insatiably cackling artists who act like hens, cackle and lay eggs and cackle again.

>We protect artists and poets and those who are masters in anything; but as natures that are of a higher kind than these, who have only the ability to do something, merely "productive men," we do not confound ourselves with them.

>Pleasure in forms; taking under the protection everything formal, the conviction that politeness is one of the greatest virtues; mistrust for letting oneself go in any way, including all freedom of press and thought, because under them the spirit grows comfortable and doltish and relaxes its limbs.

>Delight in women, as in a perhaps smaller but more delicate and ethereal kind of creature. What joy to encounter creatures who have only dancing, foolishness, and finery in their heads! They have been the delight of every very tense and profound male soul whose life was weighed down with great responsibilities

>Pleasure in princes and priests, because they preserve the belief in differences in human values even in the valuation of the past, at least symbolically and on the whole even actually.

>Ability to keep silent: but not a word about that in the presence of listerners.

>Endurance of protracted enmities: lack of easy reconciliation.

[Anonymous No.8770778]

>>8770770
>Delight in women, as in a perhaps smaller but more delicate and ethereal kind of creature.

Frogmen on suicide watch

[Anonymous No.8770786]

>>8770770
>Disgust for the demagogic, for the "enlightenment," for "being cozy," for plebeian familiarity

>The collection of precious things, the needs of a high and fastidious soul; to desire to posses nothing in common. One's own books, one's own landscapes.

>We rebel against experiences, good and bad, and we are slow to generalize. The individual case: how ironic we feel towards the individual case if it has the bad taste to pose as the rule!

>We love the naive and naive people, but as spectators and higher natures; we find Faust just as naive as his Gretchen.

>We esteem the good very little, as herd animals" we know that in the worst, most malignant, hardest men a priceless golden drop of goodness is often conceals, that outweighs all mere benevolence of milk souls.

>We consider that a man of our kind is not refuted by his vices, nor his follies. We know that we are hard to recognize, and that we have every reason to give ourselves foregrounds.

Finally, a summary of what it means to be noble:

>That one constantly has to play a part. That one seeks situations in which one has constant need of poses. That one leaves happiness to the great majority: happiness as peace of soul, virtue, comfort, Anglo-angelic shopkeeperdom a la Spencer. That one instinctively seeks heavy responsibilities. That one knows how to make enemies everywhere, if the worst comes to the worst of even oneself. That one constantly contradicts the great majority not through words but through deeds.