The life of Friedrich Nietzsche — Nietzsche — John Shaqi
The life of Friedrich Nietzsche
Nietzsche · en
"But, Lou, what letters yours are! A little angry schoolgirl writes in
this way. What have I got to do with these bickerings? Understand me: I
wish you to rise in my opinion; not to sink again.
"I only reproach you for this: you ought to have sooner given an
account of what I expected from you. At Lucerne I gave you my essay on
Schopenhauer--I told you that my views were essentially there, and that
I believed that they would also be yours. Then you should have read
and said: No (in such matters I hate all _superficiality_). You would
have spared me much! Your poem, 'Sorrow,' written by you, is a profound
counter-truth.
"I believe that no one thinks more good things of you than I do, or
more bad. Do not defend yourself: I have already defended you, to
myself and to others, better than you could do it. Creatures like you
are only bearable to others when they have a _lofty object_.
"How poor you are in veneration, in gratitude, in piety, in courtesy,
in admiration, in delicacy--I do not speak of higher things. How would
you answer if I asked you: Are you brave? Are you incapable of treason?
"Do you not then feel that when a man like myself approaches you, he
needs to constrain himself very greatly? You have had to do with one of
the most for-bearing and benevolent of men possible: but against petty
egoism and little weaknesses, my argument, know it well, is _disgust._
No one is so easily conquered by disgust as I. I have not deceived
myself again on any point whatsoever; I saw in you that holy egoism
which forces us to serve what is highest in us. I do not know by what
sorcery's aid you have exchanged it for its contrary, the egoism of the
cat, which only desires life.
"Farewell, dear Lou, I shall not see you again. Protect your soul from
like deeds, and succeed better with others in regard to things that, so
far as I am concerned, are irreparable.
"I have not read your letter to the end, but I have read too much of
it. Your,
"F. N."
Friedrich Nietzsche left Leipsic.
[1] This formula is given in the _Wille zur Macht,_ paragraph 286.