查拉图斯特拉如是说 英文版 Thus Spake Zarathustra
尼采 Friedrich Nietzsche
VI. The Pale Criminal.
Ye do not mean to slay, ye judges and sacrificers, until the animal hathbowed its head? Lo! the pale criminal hath bowed his head: out of his eyespeaketh the great contempt.
"Mine ego is something which is to be surpassed: mine ego is to me thegreat contempt of man": so speaketh it out of that eye.
When he judged himself--that was his supreme moment; let not the exaltedone relapse again into his low estate!
There is no salvation for him who thus suffereth from himself, unless it bespeedy death.
Your slaying, ye judges, shall be pity, and not revenge; and in that yeslay, see to it that ye yourselves justify life!
It is not enough that ye should reconcile with him whom ye slay. Let yoursorrow be love to the Superman: thus will ye justify your own survival!
"Enemy" shall ye say but not "villain," "invalid" shall ye say but not"wretch," "fool" shall ye say but not "sinner."
And thou, red judge, if thou would say audibly all thou hast done inthought, then would every one cry: "Away with the nastiness and thevirulent reptile!"
But one thing is the thought, another thing is the deed, and another thingis the idea of the deed. The wheel of causality doth not roll betweenthem.
An idea made this pale man pale. Adequate was he for his deed when he didit, 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 callthis: the exception reversed itself to the rule in him.
The streak of chalk bewitcheth the hen; the stroke he struck bewitched hisweak reason. Madness AFTER the deed, I call this.
Hearken, ye judges! There is another madness besides, and it is BEFORE thedeed. Ah! ye have not gone deep enough into this soul!
Thus speaketh the red judge: "Why did this criminal commit murder? Hemeant to rob." 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 makebooty thereby? Or take revenge?"
And he hearkened unto his weak reason: like lead lay its words upon him--thereupon he robbed when he murdered. He did not mean to be ashamed of hismadness.
shall ye say but?
And now once more lieth the lead of his guilt upon him, and once more ishis weak reason so benumbed, so paralysed, and so dull.
Could he only shake his head, then would his burden roll off; but whoshaketh that head?
What is this man? A mass of diseases that reach out into the world throughthe spirit; there they want to get their prey.
What is this man? A coil of wild serpents that are seldom at peace amongthemselves--so they go forth apart and seek prey in the world.
Look at that poor body! What it suffered and craved, the poor soulinterpreted to itself--it interpreted it as murderous desire, and eagernessfor the happiness of the knife.
Him who now turneth sick, the evil overtaketh which is now the evil: heseeketh to cause pain with that which causeth him pain. But there havebeen other ages, and another evil and good.
Once was doubt evil, and the will to Self. Then the invalid became aheretic or sorcerer; as heretic or sorcerer he suffered, and sought tocause 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 theirevil. I would that they had a madness by which they succumbed, like thispale criminal!
Verily, I would that their madness were called truth, or fidelity, orjustice: but they have their virtue in order to live long, and in wretchedself-complacency.
I am a railing alongside the torrent; whoever is able to grasp me may graspme! Your crutch, however, I am not.--
Thus spake Zarathustra.