Complete and Unabridge from "The Complete Works of Friedrich Nietzsche: The First Complete and Authorised English Translation, Volume Seventeen.
...The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends. Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment. One must pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while still alive. I know my fate.
In "Ecce Homo," the posthumous autobiography, betray only too clearly the psychological inflation by which they were inspired. The book indeed is not so much an ordinary autobiography, as an official version of the author's psychology and the author's mental evolution. Yet the impending shadow of Nietzsche's intellectual death looms heavy over this his last work. He depicts an ideal self seen in the highly coloured mirror of his own kaleidoscopic imagination and magnified to an illusory size by the vastness of his own megalomania. Typical is a passage such as the following—"It seems to me that to take up one of my books is one of the rarest honours that a man can pay himself-even supposing that he put his shoes from off his feet beforehand, not to mention boots."
If, however, the pathological standpoint is discarded for the purely literary, the work possesses a tragic dignity and a tragic seriousness which are authentically impressive. To "Ecce Homo " are appended a selected anthology of Nietzsche's poems, of which "Melancholy," admirably rendered by Mr. Scheffauer, strikes the deep note of genuine tragedy.
Prefaces are prefixed to all the volumes. The most animated if not the most able are those of Mr. Ludovici, who exhibits, however, rather the blind enthusiasm of the acolyte than the sceptical scrutiny of the critic.
The translations are not merely efficient, but succeed in representing in English the whole swing and spirit of an abnormally difficult original.
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...The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends. Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment. One must pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while still alive. I know my fate.
In "Ecce Homo," the posthumous autobiography, betray only too clearly the psychological inflation by which they were inspired. The book indeed is not so much an ordinary autobiography, as an official version of the author's psychology and the author's mental evolution. Yet the impending shadow of Nietzsche's intellectual death looms heavy over this his last work. He depicts an ideal self seen in the highly coloured mirror of his own kaleidoscopic imagination and magnified to an illusory size by the vastness of his own megalomania. Typical is a passage such as the following—"It seems to me that to take up one of my books is one of the rarest honours that a man can pay himself-even supposing that he put his shoes from off his feet beforehand, not to mention boots."
If, however, the pathological standpoint is discarded for the purely literary, the work possesses a tragic dignity and a tragic seriousness which are authentically impressive. To "Ecce Homo " are appended a selected anthology of Nietzsche's poems, of which "Melancholy," admirably rendered by Mr. Scheffauer, strikes the deep note of genuine tragedy.
Prefaces are prefixed to all the volumes. The most animated if not the most able are those of Mr. Ludovici, who exhibits, however, rather the blind enthusiasm of the acolyte than the sceptical scrutiny of the critic.
The translations are not merely efficient, but succeed in representing in English the whole swing and spirit of an abnormally difficult original.
Ecce Homo: (Nietzsche's Autobiography)
Complete and Unabridge from "The Complete Works of Friedrich Nietzsche: The First Complete and Authorised English Translation, Volume Seventeen.
...The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends. Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment. One must pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while still alive. I know my fate.
In "Ecce Homo," the posthumous autobiography, betray only too clearly the psychological inflation by which they were inspired. The book indeed is not so much an ordinary autobiography, as an official version of the author's psychology and the author's mental evolution. Yet the impending shadow of Nietzsche's intellectual death looms heavy over this his last work. He depicts an ideal self seen in the highly coloured mirror of his own kaleidoscopic imagination and magnified to an illusory size by the vastness of his own megalomania. Typical is a passage such as the following—"It seems to me that to take up one of my books is one of the rarest honours that a man can pay himself-even supposing that he put his shoes from off his feet beforehand, not to mention boots."
If, however, the pathological standpoint is discarded for the purely literary, the work possesses a tragic dignity and a tragic seriousness which are authentically impressive. To "Ecce Homo " are appended a selected anthology of Nietzsche's poems, of which "Melancholy," admirably rendered by Mr. Scheffauer, strikes the deep note of genuine tragedy.
Prefaces are prefixed to all the volumes. The most animated if not the most able are those of Mr. Ludovici, who exhibits, however, rather the blind enthusiasm of the acolyte than the sceptical scrutiny of the critic.
The translations are not merely efficient, but succeed in representing in English the whole swing and spirit of an abnormally difficult original.
...The man of knowledge must be able not only to love his enemies but also to hate his friends. Nothing on earth consumes a man more quickly than the passion of resentment. One must pay dearly for immortality; one has to die several times while still alive. I know my fate.
In "Ecce Homo," the posthumous autobiography, betray only too clearly the psychological inflation by which they were inspired. The book indeed is not so much an ordinary autobiography, as an official version of the author's psychology and the author's mental evolution. Yet the impending shadow of Nietzsche's intellectual death looms heavy over this his last work. He depicts an ideal self seen in the highly coloured mirror of his own kaleidoscopic imagination and magnified to an illusory size by the vastness of his own megalomania. Typical is a passage such as the following—"It seems to me that to take up one of my books is one of the rarest honours that a man can pay himself-even supposing that he put his shoes from off his feet beforehand, not to mention boots."
If, however, the pathological standpoint is discarded for the purely literary, the work possesses a tragic dignity and a tragic seriousness which are authentically impressive. To "Ecce Homo " are appended a selected anthology of Nietzsche's poems, of which "Melancholy," admirably rendered by Mr. Scheffauer, strikes the deep note of genuine tragedy.
Prefaces are prefixed to all the volumes. The most animated if not the most able are those of Mr. Ludovici, who exhibits, however, rather the blind enthusiasm of the acolyte than the sceptical scrutiny of the critic.
The translations are not merely efficient, but succeed in representing in English the whole swing and spirit of an abnormally difficult original.
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| BN ID: | 2940185895443 |
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| Publisher: | Anthony Bly |
| Publication date: | 02/25/2023 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
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