"I know my fate. One day there will be associated with my name the recollection of something frightful -- of a crisis like no other before on earth, of the profoundest collision of conscience, of a decision evoked against everything that until then had been believed in, demanded, sanctified. I am not a man, I am dynamite."
I'm re-reading Nietzsche's Ecce Homo, and this passage really struck me today. It's as if, in an episode of syphilitic madness, he had a vision of the modern Literature department. Or the Jenny Jones Show.
Posted by Discoshaman at décembre 18, 2004 04:21 AM | TrackBack