They tell me that man loveth himself. Ah, how great must that self-love be! How much contempt is opposed to it! Even this man hath loved himself, as he hath despised himself,- a great lover methinketh he is, and a great despiser. No one have I yet found who more thoroughly despised himself: even that is elevation. Alas, was this perhaps the higher man whose cry I heard? I love the great despisers. Man is something that hath to be surpassed.

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(Foto 35)

The end of the worm. A kind of order.

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First widow:
"Yes, it had to happen this way."
Second widow:
"He walked right into it."
Third widow:
"I tried to help him. But the only thing he saw in me was his Order. And I wasn't his Order at all. Then he gave up pretty fast on smoothing out this contradiction."
Second widow:
"He was totally obsessed!"
First widow:
"I think that's what made him so charming. He was nothing else but the man going after his Order! If he had found it, he suddenly would have become a nothing."