November 2000
"A young shepherd did I see, writhing, choking, quivering,
with distorted countenance, and with a heavy black serpent hanging
out of his mouth. Had I ever seen so much loathing and pale
horror on one countenance? He had perhaps gone to sleep? Then
had the serpent crawled into his throat -- there had it bitten
itself fast. My hand pulled at the serpent, and pulled: -- in
vain! I failed to pull the serpent out of his throat. Then there
cried out of me: 'Bite! Bite! Its head off! Bite!' -- so cried
it out of me; my horror, my hatred, my loathing, my pity, all
my good and my bad cried with one voice out of me."
-- Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zatathustra
November 2000
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"A young shepherd did I see, writhing, choking, quivering, with distorted countenance, and with a heavy black serpent hanging out of his mouth. Had I ever seen so much loathing and pale horror on one countenance? He had perhaps gone to sleep? Then had the serpent crawled into his throat -- there had it bitten itself fast. My hand pulled at the serpent, and pulled: -- in vain! I failed to pull the serpent out of his throat. Then there cried out of me: 'Bite! Bite! Its head off! Bite!' -- so cried it out of me; my horror, my hatred, my loathing, my pity, all my good and my bad cried with one voice out of me." |
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-- Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zatathustra |
