Ich ueber alles
I finally got my books yesterday. It was great to be able to peruse through my Nietzsche collection again. To wit:
What? A great man? I always see only the actor of his own ideal.
The lawyers defending a criminal are rarely artists enough to turn the beautiful terribleness of his deed to his advantage.
Discovering that one is loved in return really out to disenchant the lover with the beloved. "What? this person is modest enough to love even you? Or stupid enough? Or- Or-"
What a man is begins to betray itself when his talent decreases - when he stops showing what he can do. Talent, too, is finery; finery, too, is a hiding place.
"Not that you lied to me, but that I no longer believe you, has shaken me"-
"I don't like him." - Why? - "I am not equal to him." Has any human being ever answered that way?
A people [Ein Volk] is a detour of nature to get to six or seven great men. - Yes, and then to get around them.
Ah, how uplifting. Nietzsche's great. I'm currently in the middle of reading Wittgenstein's Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus which is pretty dense and slow going. We'll see if I agree with his conclusion (from what I've heard I'm inclined to say no, but I guess I should probably keep an open mind.
Found a somewhat interesting article that contends that Mozart had Tourette's. It seems to mainly be based on the fact that he enjoyed potty humor, but there is also evidence of him being jittery and twitchy, and having OCD. Sounds familiar (minus the potty humor part). I've heard of similar situations where Tourette's gave someone a certain uniqueness in their musical playing (I think it was in the book The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat).
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