查拉图斯特拉如是说 英文版 Thus Spake Zarathustra
尼采 Friedrich Nietzsche
XII. The Flies in the Market-place.
Flee, my friend, into thy solitude! I see thee deafened with the noise ofthe great men, and stung all over with the stings of the little ones.
Admirably do forest and rock know how to be silent with thee. Resembleagain the tree which thou lovest, the broad-branched one--silently andattentively it o'erhangeth the sea.
Where solitude endeth, there beginneth the market-place; and where themarket-place beginneth, there beginneth also the noise of the great actors,and the buzzing of the poison-flies.
In the world even the best things are worthless without those who representthem: those representers, the people call great men.
Little do the people understand what is great--that is to say, the creatingagency. But they have a taste for all representers and actors of greatthings.
Around the devisers of new values revolveth the world:--invisibly itrevolveth. But around the actors revolve the people and the glory: suchis the course of things.
Spirit, hath the actor, but little conscience of the spirit. He believethalways in that wherewith he maketh believe most strongly--in HIMSELF!
Tomorrow he hath a new belief, and the day after, one still newer. Sharpperceptions hath he, like the people, and changeable humours.
To upset--that meaneth with him to prove. To drive mad--that meaneth withhim to convince. And blood is counted by him as the best of all arguments.
A truth which only glideth into fine ears, he calleth falsehood andtrumpery. Verily, he believeth only in Gods that make a great noise in theworld!
Full of clattering buffoons is the market-place,--and the people glory intheir great men! These are for them the masters of the hour.
But the hour presseth them; so they press thee. And also from thee theywant Yea or Nay. Alas! thou wouldst set thy chair betwixt For and Against?
On account of those absolute and impatient ones, be not jealous, thou loverof truth! Never yet did truth cling to the arm of an absolute one.
On account of those abrupt ones, return into thy security: only in themarket-place is one assailed by Yea? or Nay?
Slow is the experience of all deep fountains: long have they to wait untilthey know WHAT hath fallen into their depths.
Away from the market-place and from fame taketh place all that is great:away from the market-Place and from fame have ever dwelt the devisers ofnew values.
Flee, my friend, into thy solitude: I see thee stung all over by thepoisonous flies. Flee thither, where a rough, strong breeze bloweth!
Flee into thy solitude! Thou hast lived too closely to the small and thepitiable. Flee from their invisible vengeance! Towards thee they havenothing but vengeance.
Raise no longer an arm against them! Innumerable are they, and it is notthy lot to be a fly-flap.
Innumerable are the small and pitiable ones; and of many a proud structure,rain-drops and weeds have been the ruin.
Thou art not stone; but already hast thou become hollow by the numerousdrops. Thou wilt yet break and burst by the numerous drops.
Exhausted I see thee, by poisonous flies; bleeding I see thee, and torn ata hundred spots; and thy pride will not even upbraid.
Blood they would have from thee in all innocence; blood their bloodlesssouls crave for--and they sting, therefore, in all innocence.
But thou, profound one, thou sufferest too profoundly even from smallwounds; and ere thou hadst recovered, the same poison-worm crawled over thyhand.
Too proud art thou to kill these sweet-tooths. But take care lest it bethy fate to suffer all their poisonous injustice!
They buzz around thee also with their praise: obtrusiveness, is theirpraise. They want to be close to thy skin and thy blood.
They flatter thee, as one flattereth a God or devil; they whimper beforethee, as before a God or devil. What doth it come to! Flatterers arethey, and whimperers, and nothing more.
Often, also, do they show themselves to thee as amiable ones. But thathath ever been the prudence of the cowardly. Yea! the cowardly are wise!
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They think much about thee with their circumscribed souls--thou art alwayssuspected by them! Whatever is much thought about is at last thoughtsuspicious.
They punish thee for all thy virtues. They pardon thee in their inmosthearts only--for thine errors.
Because thou art gentle and of upright character, thou sayest: "Blamelessare they for their small existence." But their circumscribed souls think:"Blamable is all great existence."
Even when thou art gentle towards them, they still feel themselves despisedby thee; and they repay thy beneficence with secret maleficence.
Thy silent pride is always counter to their taste; they rejoice if oncethou be humble enough to be frivolous.
What we recognise in a man, we also irritate in him. Therefore be on yourguard against the small ones!
the poison-flies. dwelt the devisers.
In thy presence they feel themselves small, and their baseness gleameth andgloweth against thee in invisible vengeance.
Sawest thou not how often they became dumb when thou approachedst them, andhow their energy left them like the smoke of an extinguishing fire?
Yea, my friend, the bad conscience art thou of thy neighbours; for they areunworthy of thee. Therefore they hate thee, and would fain suck thy blood.
Thy neighbours will always be poisonous flies; what is great in thee--thatitself must make them more poisonous, and always more fly-like.
Flee, my friend, into thy solitude--and thither, where a rough strongbreeze bloweth. It is not thy lot to be a fly-flap.--
Thus spake Zarathustra.