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18 - Thus Spake Zarathustra - Friedrich Nietzsche · Logic Library

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  Part one, Chapter eighteen, Old and Young Women. Why stealest thou along
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  so furtively in the twilight, Zarathustra, And what hidest thou so carefully under
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  thy mantle? Is it a treasure that hath been given thee? Or a
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  child that hath been born thee? Or goest thou thyself on a thieve's errand
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  thou friend of evil? Verily, my brother said Zarathustra, it is a
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  treasure that hath been given me. It is a little truth which I carry.
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  But it is naughty, like a young child, and if I hold
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  not its mouth, it screameth too loudly. As I went on my way
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  alone today, at the hour when the sun declineth, there met me an
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  old woman, and she spake thus unto my soul much hath zarahthi houstras spoken
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  also to us women, but never spake he unto us concerning women. And
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  I answered her, concerning woman, one should only talk unto men. Talk
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  also unto me of woman, said she, I am old enough to forget
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  it presently. And I oblige the old woman and spake thus unto her.
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  Everything in woman is a riddle. Everything in woman hath one solution. It
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  is called pregnancy. Man is for woman a means. The purpose is always
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  the child. But what is woman for man? Two different things. Wanteth
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  the true man danger and diversion. Therefore wanteth he woman as the most dangerous
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  plaything. Man shall be trained for war, and woman for the recreation of
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  the warrior. All else is folly to you, sweet fruits, these the
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  warrior liketh not. Therefore liketh ye woman, bitter, is even the sweetest
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  woman better than man. Doth woman understand children? But man is more childish
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  than woman. In the true man, there is a child hidden it.
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  Wanteth to play up, then, ye women, and discover the child,
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  and man a plaything. Let women be pure and fine, like the precious
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  stone, illuminated with the virtues of a world not yet to come. Let
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  the beam of a star shine in your love. Let your hope say,
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  may I bear the superman in your love? Let there be valor with your
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  love. Shall ye assail him who inspireth you with fear? In your love?
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  Be your honor. Little doth woman understand otherwise about honor, But let
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  this be your honor. Always to love more than ye are loved, and
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  never be the second. Let man fear woman when she loveth then maketh she
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  every sacrifice and everything else she regardeth as worthless. Let man fear woman when
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  she hateth. For man in his innermost soul is merely evil. Woman,
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  however, is mean whom hateth woman most. Thus spake the iron to the
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  loadstone. I hate thee most, because thou attractest, but art too weak
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  to draw unto thee. The happiness of man is I will. The happiness
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  of woman is he will low Now hath the world become perfect? Thus thinketh
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  every woman, when she obeyeth with all her love. Obey must the woman
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  and find a depth for her surface. Surface is woman's soul a mobile,
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  stormy film on shallow water. Man's soul, however, is deep. Its
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  current gusheth in subterranean caverns. Woman surmiseth its force, but comprehendeth it not.
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  Then answered me, the old woman, many fine things hath Zarathustra said,
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  especially for those who are young enough for them. Strange Zarathustra know little
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  about women, and yet he is right about them. Doth this happen because
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  with women nothing is impossible? And now accept a little truth by way of
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  thanks, I am old enough for it. Swaddle it up and hold its
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  mouth, otherwise it will scream too loudly. The little truth. Give woman
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  thy little truth, said I, And thus spake the old woman. Thou
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  goest to women, do not forget thy whip. Thus spake Zarathustra, and
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  of Part one, chapter eighteen