Thus spake Zarathustra
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Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: OF DELIGHTS AND PASSIONS " My brother, when thou hast a virtue and it is thy virtue, thou hast it in common with nobody. It is true thou wilt call it by a name and pet it; thou wilt pull its ear and amuse thy...
MorePurchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: OF DELIGHTS AND PASSIONS " My brother, when thou hast a virtue and it is thy virtue, thou hast it in common with nobody. It is true thou wilt call it by a name and pet it; thou wilt pull its ear and amuse thyself with it. And lo! now thou hast its name in common with the folk and hast become folk and herd with thy virtue! It would be better for thee to say: Unutterable and nameless is that which maketh my soul's pain and sweetness, and it is a hunger of mine intestines. Let thy virtue be too high for the familiarity of names: and if thou hast to speak of it, be not ashamed to stammer. Speak and stammer: ' That is my good, that love I, thus it pleaseth me entirely, thus alone will I the good. I do not will it as the law of a God, I do not will it as the statute or requirement of man: it shall not be a landmark for me to beyond-earths or paradises. It is an earthly virtue that I love: there is little prudence in it, and still less the reason common to all. But that bird hath built its nest with me: that iswhy I love and embrace it, - now with me it sitteth on golden eggs.' Thus thou shalt stammer praising thy virtue. Once having passions thou calledst them evil. Now however thou hast nothing but thy virtues: they grow out of thy passions. Thou laidest thy highest goal upon these passions: then they became thy virtues and delights. And though thou wert from the stock of the choleric, or of the voluptuous, or of the religiously frantic, or of the vindictive : At last all thy passions grew virtues, and all thy devils angels. Once thou hadst wild dogs in thy cellar; but at last they changed into birds and sweet singers. Out of thy poisons thou brewedst a balsam for thee; thou didst milk thy cow of sorrow - now thou drinkest the sweet milk ...
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