/lit/ - Literature

>>23296902
>ancestory in common with Wagner going back a couple centuries, prominent church figure
>muh syphilis post-WW2 calumny and bad faith polemics from the churchianity angle aside, he likely had whatever degenerative disease aflicted his father, and outlasted it by a good measure by sheer force of will (and a lot of hiking, as health allowed)

Many such cases. His sister was hot at least. His Greek mythic/metaphysical typology and correspondence theory with Dionysus & Apollo was on the right Delphic track Mount Lykaeus, DO NOT RESEARCH Artemis is in the mix as the latter's twin with her metempsychosis bear cult, after all

>>21497296
>read some nietzche
>he makes fun of me for reading books
I hope you remembered, through all this, that Nietzsche spent his life WRITING books. (And when he wasn't writing books he was reading them.)

Anyway, the main reason for studying Nietzsche is so you can write him a brilliant fan letter and get an invitation to his house.

His sister lives there.

>Did you receive my hedgehog?

>>21283566
this is what I imagine nastasya looks like

>>21233183
yeah I agree. Seeing Nastasya manipulating everyone so easily at that first meeting was great.
I imagine she looks like this

For me, it's Elisabeth Nietzsche

>>21040619
I wonder how many people pretended to be friends with Nietzsche just so they could meet his sister.

I like to think, if I had lived back then, I would have cherished his friendship for its own sake. But probably, like any redblooded man, I would have forgotten him completely the moment she walked into the room.

would you?

I can kill 6 million people if I get a girl like her

>>20840930
>hates women
What are you talking about? N. obviously loved women. He was probably just disappointed that no other woman could equal the one he grew up with. See picture.

>creates philosophy that supposes woman as truth
I assume you're referring to the beginning of Beyond Good and Evil. He's just using the metaphor to criticize other philosophers for being too too ponderous, too solemn, too intellectual. He thinks one should philosophize with lightness and wit, as if one were wooing a woman.

Can you imagine Kant trying to charm a girl at a bar? People for miles around would die from the second-hand embarrassment.

>>20780870
Poor Nietzsche. I agree he made a bit of a fool of himself with that Salome cow. But it probably drove him crazy that the hottest woman in his life by a hundred leagues was out of bounds.

>>20744995
Elisabeth knew her little brother deserved better than that filthy skank. She was just doing what any right-minded German girl would do, under the circumstances.

What a babe.

>>20732862
Very hard to make a good film of Moustache Man's life because all the passion and excitement was in his head and in the writing. It's much worse than e.g. a biopic of a composer, because then at least you can play the music.

Stirring pictures of him walking around mountains with a voice-over from Zarathustra might not be terrible I suppose.

The important question of course is who is going to play everyone's favourite based philosopher-sister, Elisabeth.

>>20533863
I'll tell you what someone should write. A steampunk novel starring everyone's favourite big sister, Miss E. Nietzsche. Like "The Difference Engine" with Ada Lovelace, except actually good.

Critical revelations:
— Just how much of Friedrich's work she actually wrote
— Her intimate relationships with four major European heads-of-state, and her consequent influence on turn-of-the-century geopolitics
— Who exactly was hiding under her skirt when the attached picture was taken, and what he was doing
— Much much more

>>19775047

<writes the book her brother should have written in your path>

>>19391776

Verdammt, du verrückter Hurensohn, ich bin dabei.

>>18931733
Like a hot babe.

Ach, ihr Leute! Ihr seid — I'm sorry, it must be in English, I know. You people are so funny! You post these pictures every day, and every day you say the same things, over and over again, and you know nothing. Nothing at all. You are like children, truly: like little children.

Let me tell you about my brother.

As a young boy Friedrich was a friendly fellow, but wayward. He needed a firm hand. All men need a firm hand, and a good German woman, you may be sure, knows how to apply it. Many a time, as we sat together in our parlour — I at my sewing, he at his books — he would become dreadfully excited, gazing out at the young Frauleins passing by our window. "They are so pretty — so pretty," he would sigh. "Ah, look!" he said on more than one occasion. "She looked at me — truly, mein Schwester, she did!" Of course, none of them could possibly have looked at him. And if any had, I would certainly have put a stop to it. A young man's mind should be on his studies, not on some common trollop in the street! But anyway —

As Friedrich approached manhood, these regrettable distractions became more and more common, and a strange pattern of behaviour began to manifest. After such an event, he would invariably, on some pretext or other, slip away to his room, where he would shut the door firmly, with an air of one who wishes for absolute privacy — how foolish! — so that if I had not removed the key, I am sure he would have locked himself in. What he got up to in there on his own, I cannot, of course, say; but through interrogation of our housemaid I ascertained that my brother soiled a great many handkerchiefs at that time, although he was not (thanks to my judiciously forbidding him the ourdoors when there was dampness in the air) particularly subject to colds. It does not do to dwell on sordid matters — Nature is, after all, something that we were put on earth to rise above — but eventually, I was forced to take stern measures. One evening I called him before me.

"Friedrich, " I said.

"Yes, sister?" he asked sheepishly.

"You have been thinking about young girls, have you not?"

His silence was admission of guilt.

"Come with me, " I said. When I spoke in such tones he knew not to argue.

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>>18666683

>>18647834
I mean, how can you know if you don't try it for yourself? You aren't some sort of blind dogmatist, are you anon?

Ach, ihr Leute! Ihr seid — I'm sorry, it must be in English, I know. You people are so funny! You post these pictures every day, and every day you say the same things, over and over again, and you know nothing. Nothing at all. You are like children, truly: like little children.

Let me tell you about my brother.

As a young boy Friedrich was a friendly fellow, but wayward. He needed a firm hand. All men need a firm hand, and a good German woman, you may be sure, knows how to apply it. Many a time, as we sat together in our parlour — I at my sewing, he at his books — he would become dreadfully excited, gazing out at the young Frauleins passing by our window. "They are so pretty — so pretty," he would sigh. "Ah, look!" he said on more than one occasion. "She looked at me — truly, mein Schwester, she did!" Of course, none of them could possibly have looked at him. And if any had, I would certainly have put a stop to it. A young man's mind should be on his studies, not on some common trollop in the street! But anyway —

As Friedrich approached manhood, these regrettable distractions became more common. And a strange pattern of behaviour began to manifest: after such an event, he would invariably, on some pretext or other, slip away to his room, where he would shut the door firmly, with an air of one who wishes for absolute privacy — how foolish! — so that if I had not removed the key, I am sure he would have locked himself in. What he got up to in there on his own, I cannot, of course, say; but it is certainly true that according to our housemaid, my brother soiled a great many handkerchiefs in those days, although he was not at that time (thanks to my foresight in forbidding him the ourdoors when there was dampness in the air) particularly susceptible to colds. One does not wish to dwell on sordid matters — Nature is, after all, something that we were put on earth to rise above — but eventually, I was forced to take stern measures. One evening I called him before me.

"Friedrich, " I said.

"Yes, sister?" he asked sheepishly.

"You have been thinking about young girls, have you not?"

His silence was admission of guilt.

"Come with me, " I said. When I spoke in such tones he knew not to argue.

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Doing a few things to that Nazi sister of Nietzsche's, too.

What did his QT sister think about his repugnant statements on women?

Has anyone read both Nietzsche and her books? Did she really lie about him or is that Jew propaganda?