06 - Thus Spake Zarathustra - Friedrich Nietzsche

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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Part one, Chapter six. The pale criminal, Ye do not
mean to slay ye judges and sacrificers. Until the animal
hath bowed its head. Lo, the pale criminal hath bowed
his head. Out of his eye, speaketh the great contempt.
Mine ego is something which is to be surpassed. Mine

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ego is to me the great contempt of man. So
speaketh it out of that eye. When he judged himself,
that was his supreme moment. Let not the exalted one
relapse again into his low estate. There is no salvation
for him who thus suffereth from himself, unless it be
speedy death. Your slaying, ye judges, shall be pity and

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not revenge. And in that ye slay, see to it
that ye yourselves justify life. It is not enough that
ye should reconcile with him whom ye slay. Let your
sorrow be loved to the superman. Thus will ye justify
your own survival? And shall ye say, but not villain invalid?
Shall ye say, but not wretch fool? Shall ye say

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but not sinner? An thou read, judge, If thou would
say audibly all thou hast done in thought, then would
every one cry away with the nastiness and the virulent reptile.
But one thing is the thought, another thing is the deed,
and another thing is the idea of the deed. The
wheel of causality doth not roll between them. An idea

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made this pale man pale adequate was he for his
deed when he did it, But the idea of it
he could not endure when it was done. Evermore, did
he now see himself as the doer of one deed? Madness?
I call this the exception reversed itself to the rule
in him. The streak of chalk bewitched the hen. The

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stroke he struck bewitch tis weak reason, madness after the deed.
I call this hearken. Ye, judges, there is another madness besides,
and it is before the deed. Ah, Ye have not
gone deep enough into this soul. Thus speaketh the red judge.
Why did this criminal commit murder? He meant to rob.

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I tell you, however, that his soul wanted blood, not booty.
He thirsted for the happiness of the knife. But his
weak reason understood not this madness, and it persuaded him.
What matter about blood? It said, wishest thou not at
least to make booty thereby or take revenge. And he
hearkened unto his weak reason, like lead lay its words

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upon him. Thereupon he robbed. When he murdered, he did
not mean to be ashamed of his madness. And now
once more lieth the lead of his guilt upon him.
And once more is his weak reason so benumbed, so paralyzed,
and so dull. Could he only shake his head? Then
would his burden roll off? But who shaketh that head?

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What is this man? A mass of diseases that reach
out into the world through the spirit. There they want
to get their prey. What is this man? O coil
of wild serpents that are seldom at peace among themselves,
So they go forth apart and seek prey in the world.
Look at that poor body, when it suffered and craved,
the poor soul interpreted to itself. It interpreted it as

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murderous desire and eagerness for the happiness of the knife.
Him who now turneth sick, the evil overtaketh, which is
now the evil? He seeketh to cause pain with that
which causeth him pain. But there have been other ages,
and another evil and good once was doubt evil and
the will to self. Then the invalid became a heretic

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or sorcerer. As heretic or sorcerer, he suffered and sought
to cause suffering. But this will not enter your ears.
It hurteth your good people, ye tell me. But what
doth it matter to me about your good people? Many
things in your good people cause me disgust, and verily,
not their evil. I would that they had a madness
by which they succumbed like this pale criminal. Verily, I

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would that their madness were called truth, or fidelity or justice.
But they have their virtue in order to live long
and in wretched self complacency. I am railing alongside the torrent.
Whoever is able to grasp me, may grasp me your crutch.
However I am not. Thus spake Zarathustra. End of Part one,

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Chapter six