No More Learning

Another ideal runs on before us, a strange, tempting
ideal, full of danger, to whicli we should not like
to persuade any one, because we do not so readily
acknowledge any one's right thereto: the ideal
of a spirit who plays naively (that is to say
involuntarily and from overflowing abundance and
power) with everything that has hitherto been
called holy, good, inviolable, divine; to whom the
loftiest conception which the people have reason-
ably made their measure of value, would already
imply danger, ruin, abasement, or at least relaxation,


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WE FEARLESS ONES 353
blindness, or temporary self-forgetfulness; the ideal
of a humanly superhuman welfare and benevolence,
which may often enough appear inhuman, for
example, when put by the side of all past serious-
ness on earth, and in comparison with all past
solemnities in bearing, word, tone, look, morality
and pursuit, as their truest involuntary parody,—
but with which, nevertheless, perhaps the great
seriousness only commences, the proper interroga-
tion mark is set up, the fate of the soul changes,
the hour-hand moves, and tragedy begins. . . .
383.
Epilogue. —But while I slowly, slowly finish the
painting of this sombre interrogation-mark, and am
still inclined to remind my readers of the virtues of
right reading—oh, what forgotten and unknown
virtues—it comes to pass that the wickedest,
merriest, gnome-like laughter resounds around me:
the spirits of my book themselves pounce upon me,
pull me by the ears, and call me to order. "We
cannot endure it any longer," they shout to me,
"away, away with this raven-black music. Is it
not clear morning round about us? And green, soft
ground and turf, the domain of the dance? Was
there ever a better hour in which to be joyful?
Who will sing us a song, a morning song, so sunny,
so light and so fledged that it will not scare the
tantrums,—but will rather invite them to take part
in the singing and dancing. And better a simple
rustic bagpipe than such weird sounds, such toad-
croakings, grave-voices and marmot-pipings, with
which you have hitherto regaled us in your wilder-
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354 THE JOYFUL WISDOM, V
ness, Mr Anchorite and Musician of the Future!
No! Not such tones! But let us strike up some-
thing more agreeable and more joyful! "—You
would like to have it so, my impatient friends?
Well! Who would not willingly accord with your
wishes? My bagpipe is waiting, and my voice
also—it may sound a little hoarse; take it as it is I
don't forget we are in the mountains! But what
you will hear is at least new; and if you do not
understand it, if you misunderstand the singer,
what does it matter! That—has always been " The
Singer's Curse. " * So much the more distinctly can
you hear his music and melody, so much the better
also can you—dance to his piping. Would you like
to do that? . . .
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APPENDIX
SONGS OF PRINCE FREE-AS-A-
BIRD
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TO GOETHE. *
"The Undecaying"
Is but thy label,
God the betraying
Is poets' fable.
Our aims all are thwarted
N By the World-wheel's blind roll:
"Doom," says the downhearted,
"Sport," says the fool.
The World-sport, all-ruling,
Mingles false with true:
The Eternally Fooling
Makes us play, too!
* This poem is a parody of the "Chorus Mysticus" which
concludes the second part of Goethe's "Faust. " Bayard
Taylor's translation of the passage in "Faust" runs as
follows :—
"All things transitory
But as symbols are sent,
Earth's insufficiency
Here grows to Event:
The Indescribable
Here it is done:
The Woman-Soul leadeth us
Upward and on! "
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358 THE JOYFUL WISDOM
THE POET'S CALL.
As 'neath a shady tree I sat
After long toil to take my pleasure,
I heard a tapping " pit-a-pat"
Beat prettily in rhythmic measure.
Tho' first I scowled, my face set hard,
The sound at length my sense entrapping
Forced me to speak like any bard,
And keep true time unto the tapping.
As I made verses, never stopping,
Each syllable the bird went after,
Keeping in time with dainty hopping!
I burst into unmeasured laughter!
What, you a poet? You a poet?
Can your brains truly so addled be?
"Yes, yes, good sir, you are a poet,"
Chirped out the pecker, mocking me.
What doth me to these woods entice?
The chance to give some thief a trouncing?
A saw, an image? Ha, in a trice
My rhyme is on it, swiftly pouncing!
All things that creep or crawl the poet
Weaves in his word-loom cunningly.
"Yes, yes, good sir, you are a poet,"
Chirped out the pecker, mocking me.
Like to an arrow, methinks, a verse is,
See how it quivers, pricks and smarts
When shot full straight (no tender mercies! )
Into the reptile's nobler parts!


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APPENDIX 359
Wretches, you die at the hand of the poet,
Or stagger like men that have drunk too free.
"Yes, yes, good sir, you are a poet,"
Chirped out the pecker, mocking me.
So they go hurrying, stanzas malign,
Drunken words—what a clattering, banging! —
Till the whole company, line on line,
All on the rhythmic chain are hanging.
Has he really a cruel heart, your poet?
Are there fiends who rejoice, the slaughter
to see?
"Yes, yes, good sir, you are a poet,"
Chirped out the pecker, mocking me.
So you jest at me, bird, with your scornful
graces?
So sore indeed is the plight of my head?
And my heart, you say, in yet sorrier case is?
Beware! for my wrath is a thing to dread!
Yet e'en in the hour of his wrath the poet
Rhymes you and sings with the selfsame glee.
"Yes, yes, good sir, you are a poet,"
Chirped out the pecker, mocking me.
IN THE SOUTH. *
I swing on a bough, and rest
My tired limbs in a nest,
In the rocking home of a bird,
Wherein I perch as his guest,
In the South!
* Translated by Miss M. D. Petre. Inserted by per-
mission of the editor of the Nation, in which it appeared
on April 17, 1909.


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360 THE JOYFUL WISDOM
I gaze on the ocean asleep,
On the purple sail of a boat;
On the harbour and tower steep,
On the rocks that stand out of the deep,
In the South!
For I could no longer stay,
To crawl in slow German way;
So I called to the birds, bade the wind
Lift me up and bear me away
To the South!
No reasons for me, if you please;
Their end is too dull and too plain;
But a pair of wings and a breeze,
With courage and health and ease,
And games that chase disease
From the South!
Wise thoughts can move without sound,
But I've songs that I can't sing alone;
So birdies, pray gather around,
And listen to what I have found
In the South!
"You are merry lovers and false and gay,
"In frolics and sport you pass the day;
"Whilst in the North, I shudder to say,
"I worshipped a woman, hideous and gray,
"Her name was Truth, so I heard them say,
"But I left her there and I flew away
"To the South! "


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APPENDIX
361
BEPPA THE PIOUS.
While beauty in my face is,
Be piety my care,
For God, you know, loves lasses,
And, more than all, the fair.
And if yon hapless monkling
Is fain with me to live,
Like many another monkling,
God surely will forgive.
No grey old priestly devil,
But, young, with cheeks aflame-
Who e'en when sick with revel,
Can jealous be and blame.
To greybeards I'm a stranger,
And he, too, hates the old :
Of God, the world-arranger,
The wisdom here behold!
The Church has ken of living,
And tests by heart and face.
To me she'll be forgiving !
Who will not show me grace?
I lisp with pretty halting,
I curtsey, bid "good day,"
And with the fresh defaulting
I wash the old away!
Praise be this man-God's guerdon,
Who loves all maidens fair,
And his own heart can pardon
The sin he planted there.


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362 THE JOYFUL WISDOM
While beauty in my face is,
With piety I'll stand,
When age has killed my graces,
Let Satan claim my hand!
THE BOAT OF MYSTERY.
Yester-eve, when all things slept—
Scarce a breeze to stir the lane—
1 a restless vigil kept,
Nor from pillows sleep could gain,
Nor from poppies nor—most sure
Of opiates—a conscience pure.
Thoughts of rest I 'gan forswear,
Rose and walked along the strand,
Found, in warm and moonlit air,
Man and boat upon the sand,
Drowsy both, and drowsily
Did the boat put out to sea.
Passed an hour or two perchance,
Or a year? then thought and sense
Vanished in the engulfing trance
Of a vast Indifference.
Fathomless, abysses dread
Opened—then the vision fled.
Morning came: becalmed, the boat
Rested on the purple flood:
"What had happened? " every throat
Shrieked the question: "was there-
Blood? "
Naught had happened! On the swell
We had slumbered, oh, so well!


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APPENDIX
363
AN AVOWAL OF LOVE
(during which, however, the poet fell into a pit).
Oh marvel! there he flies
Cleaving the sky with wings unmoved—what force
Impels him, bids him rise,
What curb restrains him? Where's his goal, his
course?
Like stars and time eterne
He liveth now in heights that life forswore,
Nor envy's self doth spurn:
A lofty fight were't, e'en to see him soar !
Oh albatross, great bird,
Speeding me upward ever through the blue !
I thought of her, was stirred
To tears unending-yea, I love her true !
SONG OF A THEOCRITEAN GOATHERD.
Here I lie, my bowels sore,
Hosts of bugs advancing,
Yonder lights and romp and roar!
What's that sound? They're dancing !
At this instant, so she prated,
Stealthily she'd meet me:
Like a faithful dog I've waited,
Not a sign to greet me!
She promised, made the cross-sign, too,
Could her vows be hollow ?
Or runs she after all that woo,
Like the goats I follow ?


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360
THE JOYFUL WISDOM

I gaze on the ocean asleep,
On the purple sail of a boat;
On the harbour and tower steep,
On the rocks that stand out of the
In the South!
For I could no longer stay,
To crawl in slow German way;
So I called to the birds, bade the
Lift me up and bear me away
To the South !
No reasons for me, if you plea
Their end is too dull and too
But a pair of wings and a bre
With courage and health an
And games that chase disea
From the South !
Found in 1
Drawsy both
Did the best?
Wise thoughts can move v
But I've songs that I can'
So birdies, pray gather at
And listen to what I hav
In the Souti
dità mast India
“You are merry lover
“In frolics and sport
“Whilst in the Nort!
"I worshipped a wo
“Her name was Tri
“But I left her the
“To the
collow


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APPENDIX
365
BEPPA THE PIOUS
JE
into a p
-what force
While beauty in my face is
Be piety my care,
For God, you know, loves lases
And, more than all, the fair.
And if yon hapless monkling
Is fain with me to live,
Like many another monkling
God surely will forgive
his goal, his

vore,
ar!
No grey old priestly deri
But, young, with cheeks tas-
Who e'en when sick with the
Can jealous be and blase
To greybeards I'm a straz
blue!
e!
And he too, hates the
Of God, the world-arrega
The wisdom here belli
ATHERD.
The Church bas kan feste
And tests by bwana za
To me she'll be hossz
ancing!
Who wil net iniz
I lisp with pre
I curtsey, s
And with team
I wash ke x
Praise bazena
. 1? '



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364 THE JOYFUL WISDOM
Whence your silken gown, my maid?
Ah, you'd fain be haughty,
Yet perchance you've proved a jade
With some satyr naughty!
Waiting long, the lovelorn wight
Is filled with rage and poison:
Even so on sultry night
Toadstools grow in foison.
Pinching sore, in devil's mood,
Love doth plague my crupper:
Truly I can eat no food:
Farewell, onion-supper!
Seaward sinks the moon away,
The stars are wan, and flare not:
Dawn approaches, gloomy, grey,
Let Death come! I care not!
"SOULS THAT LACK DETERMINATION. "
Souls that lack determination
Rouse my wrath to white-hot flame!
All their glory's but vexation,
All their praise but self-contempt and shame!
Since I baffle their advances,
Will not clutch their leading-string,
They would wither me with glances
Bitter-sweet, with hopeless envy sting.
Let them with fell curses shiver,
Curl their lip the livelong day!
Seek me as they will, forever
Helplessly their eyes shall go astray!


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APPENDIX 365
THE FOOL'S DILEMMA.
Ah, what I wrote on board and wall
With foolish heart, in foolish scrawl,
I meant but for their decoration!
Yet say you, " Fools' abomination!
Both board and wall require purgation,
And let no trace our eyes appal! "
Well, I will help you, as I can,
For sponge and broom are my vocation,
As critic and as waterman.
But when the finished work I scan,
I'm glad to see each learned owl
With "wisdom " board and wall defoul.
RIMUS REMEDIUM
(or a Consolation to Sick Poets).
From thy moist lips,
O Time, thou witch, beslavering me,
Hour upon hour too slowly drips
In vain—I cry, in frenzy's fit,
"A curse upon that yawning pit,
A curse upon Eternity! "
The world's of brass,
A fiery bullock, deaf to wail:
Pain's dagger pierces my cuirass,
Winged, and writes upon my bone:
"Bowels and heart the world hath none,
Why scourge her sins with anger's flail? '


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366
THE JOYFUL WISDOM
Pour poppies now,
Pour venom, Fever, on my brain !
Too long you test my hand and brow :
What ask you? “What-reward is paid ? "
A malediction on you, jade,
And your disdain !
No, I retract,
'Tis cold, I hear the rain importune-
Fever, I'll soften, show my tact:
Here's gold—a coin-see it gleam !
Shall I with blessings on you beam,
Call you “good fortune”?
The door opes wide,
And raindrops on my bed are scattered,
The light's blown out—woes multiplied !
He that hath not an hundred rhymes,
I'll wager, in these dolorous times
We'd see him shattered !
MY BLISS.
Once more, St Mark, thy pigeons meet my gaze,
The Square lies still, in slumbering morning mood:
In soft, cool air I fashion idle lays,
Speeding them skyward like a pigeon's brood :
To tie find then recall my mie a pigeon's brood.
To tie fresh rhymes upon their willing pinions.
My bliss! My bliss !
Calm heavenly roof of azure silkiness,
Guarding with shimmering haze yon house divine!
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And gladly would suck out that soul of thine!
"Should I give back the prize? "
Ask not, great pasture-ground for human eyes!
My bliss! My bliss!
Stern belfry, rising as with lion's leap
Sheer from the soil in easy victory,
That fill'st the Square with peal resounding, deep,
Wert thou in French that Square's " accent aigu "?
Were I for ages set
In earth like thee, I know what silk-meshed net. . . .
My bliss! My bliss!
Hence, music! First let darker shadows come,
And grow, and merge into brown, mellow night!
Tis early for your pealing, ere the dome
Sparkle in roseate glory, gold-bedight.
While yet 'tis day, there's time
For strolling, lonely muttering, forging rhyme—
My bliss! My bliss!
COLUMBUS REDIVIVUS.
Thither I'll travel, that's my notion,
I'll trust myself, my grip,
Where opens wide and blue the ocean
I'll ply my Genoa ship.
New things on new the world unfolds me,
Time, space with noonday die:
Alone thy monstrous eye beholds me,
Awful Infinity!


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368 THE JOYFUL WISDOM
SILS-MARIA.
Here sat I waiting, waiting, but for naught!
Beyond all good and evil—now by light wrought
To joy, now by dark shadows—all was leisure,
All lake, all noon, all time sans aim, sans measure.
Then one, dear friend, was swiftly changed to twain,
And Zarathustra left my teeming brain. . . .
A DANCING SONG TO THE MISTRAL
WIND. *
Wildly rushing, clouds outleaping,
Care-destroying, Heaven sweeping,
Mistral wind, thou art my friend!
Surely 'twas one womb did bear us,
Surely 'twas one fate did pair us,
Fellows for a common end.
From the crags I gaily greet you,
Running fast I come to meet you,
Dancing while you pipe and sing.
How you bound across the ocean,
Unimpeded, free in motion,
Swifter than with boat or wing!
* Translated by Miss M. D. Petre. Inserted by permis-
sion of the editor of the Nation, in which it appeared
on May 15, 1909.


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APPENDIX 369
Through my dreams your whistle sounded,
Down the rocky stairs I bounded
To the golden ocean wall;
Saw you hasten, swift and glorious,
Like a river, strong, victorious,
Tumbling in a waterfall.
Saw you rushing over Heaven,
With your steeds so wildly driven,
Saw the car in which you flew;
Saw the lash that wheeled and quivered,
While the hand that held it shivered,
Urging on the steeds anew.
Saw you from your chariot swinging,
So that swifter downward springing
Like an arrow you might go
Straight into the deep abysses,
As a sunbeam falls and kisses
Roses in the morning glow.
Dance, oh! dance on all the edges,
Wave-crests, cliffs and mountain ledges,
Ever finding dances new!
Let our knowledge be our gladness,
Let our art be sport and madness,
All that's joyful shall be true!
Let us snatch from every bower,
As we pass, the fairest flower,
With some leaves to make a crown;
Then, like minstrels gaily dancing,
Saint and witch together prancing,
Let us foot it up and down.
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370 THE JOYFUL WISDOM
Those who come must move as quickly
As the wind—we'll have no sickly,
Crippled, withered, in our crew;
Off with hypocrites and preachers,
Proper folk and prosy teachers,
Sweep them from our heaven blue.
Sweep away all sad grimaces,
Whirl the dust into the faces
Of the dismal sick and cold!
Hunt them from our breezy places,
Not for them the wind that braces,
But for men of visage bold.
Off with those who spoil earth's gladness,
Blow away all clouds of sadness,
Till our heaven clear we see;
Let me hold thy hand, best fellow,
Till my joy like tempest bellow!
Freest thou of spirits free!
When thou partest, take a token
Of the joy thou hast awoken,
Take our wreath and fling it far;
Toss it up and catch it never,
Whirl it on before thee ever,
Till it reach the farthest star.


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OTHER NIETZSCHEAN LITERATURE
Ready Shortly.
NIETZSCHE: HIS LIFE AND
WORKS.
By ANTHONY M. LUDOVICI.
Preface by Dr. Oscar LEVY.
103 pages, Is. net.
(CONSTABLE & Co. )
In this short monograph on Nietzsche, the latest addition
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in all its main features; but he also sketches in bold strokes
the groundwork of an attack on Darwin, Spencer, English
Materialism, and English Utilitarianism, which is perhaps
the first criticism of the kind ever attempted from a
Nietzschean standpoint.
Mr. Ludovici is well known in philosophical circles in
Great Britain and abroad as one of Nietzsche's most pene-
trating disciples and critics, not only as having translated
several of his works and written a volume on various aspects
of his philosophy, but also as being author of the standard
Commentary upon Zarathustra, and a successful lecturer
(before University College, London, and various ethical
societies). As a concise, yet complete, summary of the life
and writings of the great German poet-philosopher, there-
fore, the present brochure may confidently be called a
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THE GOSPEL OF SUPERMAN.
Translated from the French of
Prof. HENRI LICHTENBERGER,
With an Introduction
by
J. M. KENNEDY.
Extra crown 8vo, 232 pages, 5s. net
Although three or four English works dealing with
Nietzsche's philosophy have appeared in the course of the
last few years, it is but natural that the complex personality
of such a many-sided character cannot yet be said to have
been thoroughly examined and discussed. Prof. Lichten-
berger's book, while containing sections which form a good
introduction to Nietzsche's philosophy, aims at giving the
reader a clear insight into the philosopher's psychology; and
his success may be inferred from the fact that the book is
now in its fourteenth French edition, and has been translated
into German by Mrs. Foerster-Nietzsche. Nietzsche's de-
scent and early training, his studies, his "intellectual
emancipation," and his philosophical message, are all fully
discussed, while the results of recent research are admirably
summed up in the appendix, which, with a good bibliography,
completes the work.
T. N. FOULIS, 21 Paternoster Square, London, E. C. ;
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Ready Shortly.
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WORKS.
By ANTHONY M. LUDOVICI.
Preface by Dr. Oscar Levy.
103 pages, is. net.
(Constable & Co. )
In this short monograph on Nietzsche, the latest addition
to Messrs. Constable's Shilling " Philosophies, Ancient and
Modern" series, Mr. Ludovici not only gives the reader
a succinct account of the philosophy of the " Will to Power"
in all its main features; but he also sketches in bold strokes
the groundwork of an attack on Darwin, Spencer, English
Materialism, and English Utilitarianism, which is perhaps
the first criticism of the kind ever attempted from a
Nietzschean standpoint.
Mr. Ludovici is well known in philosophical circles in
Great Britain and abroad as one of Nietzsche's most pene-
trating disciples and critics, not only as having translated
several of his works and written a volume on various aspects
of his philosophy, but also as being author of the standard
Commentary upon Zarathustra, and a successful lecturer
(before University College, London, and various ethical
societies). As a concise, yet complete, summary of the life
and writings of the great German poet-philosopher, there-
fore, the present brochure may confidently be called a
valuable addition to Nietzschean literature.


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[In the Press. ]
RELIGIONS AND
PHILOSOPHIES OF THE EAST.
BY
J. M. KENNEDY,
Author of "The Quintessence of Nietzsche. "
Crown 8vo. 6s. net
"AU wisdom came from the East," and all the wisdom of
the East is bound up in its religions and philosophies, the
earliest forms of which can be traced back 3000 years B. C.
Mr. J. M. Kennedy has now aimed at giving in a single
volume a concise history of the religions and philosophies
which have influenced the thought of the great eastern
nations, special emphasis, of course, being laid upon the
different religions which have swayed the vast empire of
India. A feature of the book is a section dealing with the
influence of the philosophies of the East upon those of
the West, so far as materials are now available for our
guidance in this respect. It may be remembered, for ex-
ample, that Schopenhauer was greatly influenced by Indian
thought, and that he exercised much influence on Nietzsche
who, in his turn, as shown in Mr. Kennedy's "Quintessence
of Nietzsche," has not only swayed modern thought, but is
in addition likely to affect the whole trend of philosophy
for many generations to come.
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OTHER NIETZSCHEAM LITERATURE
THE QUINTESSENCE OF
NIETZSCHE.
By J. M. KENNEDY.
370 pp. , 6s. net.
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Socialism, Democracy, and to British Institutions in
general. The publication of the fragmentary works and
letters has thrown new light on Nietzsche's opinions
concerning love, woman, and marriage, all of which are
referred to or cited in the course of the work. Quotations
are given from all Nietzsche's writings, no work of the
philosopher being left unmentioned. For the chapters
dealing with Nietzsche's life, studies, travels, etc. , ample
use has been made of the newly issued autobiography,
"Ecce Homo," from which several quotations are given.
The volume is tastefully illustrated, and is further pro-
vided with a short bibliography and a full index.
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OTHER NIETZSCHEAN LITERATURE
WHO IS TO BE MASTER OF
THE WORLD?
An Introduction to the Philosophy of Friedrich Nietzsche,
By A. M. LUDOVICI.
With a Preface by Dr. Oscar Levy.
Crown ivo, 216 pages, as. 6d. net.
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In this book the author has made a plain and lucid
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scientists who may be said to have led up to Friedrich
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A fierce indictment of the philosophy of the nineteenth
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"The ablest exposition of Nietzscheanism that has yet appeared. ''
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"Here we see the philosophy of Nietzsche put into a concentrated
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