查拉图斯特拉如是说 英文版 Thus Spake Zarathustra
尼采 Friedrich Nietzsche
XIV. The Friend.
"One, is always too many about me"--thinketh the anchorite. "Always onceone--that maketh two in the long run!"
I and me are always too earnestly in conversation: how could it beendured, if there were not a friend?
The friend of the anchorite is always the third one: the third one is thecork which preventeth the conversation of the two sinking into the depth.
Ah! there are too many depths for all anchorites. Therefore, do they longso much for a friend, and for his elevation.
Our faith in others betrayeth wherein we would fain have faith inourselves. Our longing for a friend is our betrayer.
And often with our love we want merely to overleap envy. And often weattack and make ourselves enemies, to conceal that we are vulnerable.
"Be at least mine enemy!"--thus speaketh the true reverence, which doth notventure to solicit friendship.
If one would have a friend, then must one also be willing to wage war forhim: and in order to wage war, one must be CAPABLE of being an enemy.
One ought still to honour the enemy in one's friend. Canst thou go nighunto thy friend, and not go over to him?
In one's friend one shall have one's best enemy. Thou shalt be closestunto him with thy heart when thou withstandest him.
Thou wouldst wear no raiment before thy friend? It is in honour of thyfriend that thou showest thyself to him as thou art? But he wisheth theeto the devil on that account!
He who maketh no secret of himself shocketh: so much reason have ye tofear nakedness! Aye, if ye were Gods, ye could then be ashamed ofclothing!
Thou canst not adorn thyself fine enough for thy friend; for thou shalt beunto him an arrow and a longing for the Superman.
Sawest thou ever thy friend asleep--to know how he looketh? What isusually the countenance of thy friend? It is thine own countenance, in acoarse and imperfect mirror.
Sawest thou ever thy friend asleep? Wert thou not dismayed at thy friendlooking so? O my friend, man is something that hath to be surpassed.
In divining and keeping silence shall the friend be a master: noteverything must thou wish to see. Thy dream shall disclose unto thee whatthy friend doeth when awake.
Let thy pity be a divining: to know first if thy friend wanteth pity.Perhaps he loveth in thee the unmoved eye, and the look of eternity.
Let thy pity for thy friend be hid under a hard shell; thou shalt bite outa tooth upon it. Thus will it have delicacy and sweetness.
Art thou pure air and solitude and bread and medicine to thy friend? Manya one cannot loosen his own fetters, but is nevertheless his friend'semancipator.
Art thou a slave? Then thou canst not be a friend. Art thou a tyrant?Then thou canst not have friends.
Far too long hath there been a slave and a tyrant concealed in woman. Onthat account woman is not yet capable of friendship: she knoweth onlylove.
In woman's love there is injustice and blindness to all she doth not love.And even in woman's conscious love, there is still always surprise andlightning and night, along with the light.
As yet woman is not capable of friendship: women are still cats, andbirds. Or at the best, cows.
As yet woman is not capable of friendship. But tell me, ye men, who of youare capable of friendship?
Oh! your poverty, ye men, and your sordidness of soul! As much as ye giveto your friend, will I give even to my foe, and will not have become poorerthereby.
There is comradeship: may there be friendship!
Thus spake Zarathustra.