《查拉图斯特拉如是说·第一部》第12节
What is this man? A mass of diseases that reach out into the world through the spirit; there they want to get their prey. What is this man? A coil of wild serpents that are seldom at peace among themselves—so they go forth apart and seek prey in the world. Look at that poor body! What it suffered and craved, the poor soul interpreted to itself—it interpreted it as murderous desire, and eagerness for the happiness of the knife. Him who now turneth sick, the evil overtaketh which is now the evil: he seeketh to cause pain with that which causeth him pain. But there have been other ages, and another evil and good. Once was doubt evil, and the will to Self. Then the invalid became a heretic or sorcerer; as heretic or sorcerer he suffered, and sought to cause suffering. But this will not enter your ears; it hurteth your good people, ye tell me. But what doth it matter to me about your good people! Many things in your good people cause me disgust, and verily, not their evil. I would that they had a madness by which they succumbed, like this pale criminal! Verily, I would that their madness were called truth, or fidelity, or justice: but they have their virtue in order to live long, and in wretched self-complacency. I am a railing alongside the torrent; whoever is able to grasp me may grasp me! Your crutch, however, I am not.— Thus spake Zarathustra.
注释摘要
在「苍白的罪犯」这一节的尾声，查拉图斯特拉的语调陡然变得炽烈而痛苦。他刚刚撕开了那个杀人者的灵魂，揭示他渴望的并非赃物，而是刀锋上那一瞬的幸福——一种他的理性无法理解、事后又被罪疚的铅块压垮的疯狂。现在，查拉图斯特拉将目光从这个具体的罪犯身上移开，转向一个更根本的问题：这个“人”究竟是什么？ 他给出了两幅触目惊心的图像。“一堆疾病”，它们通过精神向外延伸，…