Friedrich_Nietzsche - Untimely_Meditations_(Cambridge_Texts_in_the_History_of_Philosophy__1997)

Friedrich_Nietzsche - Untimely_Meditations_(Cambridge_Texts_in_the_History_of_Philosophy__1997) Friedrich_Nietzsche - Untimely_Meditations_(Cambridge_Texts_in_the_History_of_Philosophy__1997)

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David Strauss, the confessor and the writerwomen and children engaged with their newspapers and commonplacechatter about politics, we listen for a time as they discussmarriage and universal suffrage, capital punishment and workers'strikes, and it seems to us impossible that the rosary of publicopinion could be told more quickly. Finally we are also to be convincedof the classical taste of those who dwell here: a brief visit to thelibrary and the music-room discloses, as expected, that the bestbooks lie on the shelves and the most celebrated pieces of music onthe music-stands; they even play us something, and if it was supposedto be Haydn's music at least Haydn was not to blame if itsounded like Riehl's music fo r the home. In the meantime, the masterof the house has had occasion to state that he is in entire agreementwith Lessing, also with Goethe, though excluding the second part ofFaust. Finally the summer-house owner commends himself, andexpresses the view that those he disagrees with are beyond help andnot yet ripe fo r his point of view; whereupon he offers us his carriage,with the polite reservation that he cannot guarantee it will answer toall our requirements; the stones on his carriageways are, moreover,newly scattered and we might be much buffeted about. OurEpicurean garden god then takes his leave of us with the incomparabledexterity he had recognized and commended in Voltaire.Who could now doubt this incomparable dexterity? We recognizethe master of his material, the lightly clad horticulturalist is unmasked;and still we hear the voice of the classic author: 'As a writer Irefu se to be a philistine, I refuse! I refuse! I want to be Voltaire, theGerman Voltaire! and best of all the French Lessing too!'We have betrayed a secret: our Master does not always know whohe would prefer to be, Voltaire or Lessing, but wants at no price to bea philistine; if possible, he would like to be both, Lessing and Voltaire- that it might be fulfilled which was written: 'he had no characterwhatever: whenever he wanted a character he always had toassume one'.10If we have understood Strauss the confessor correctly, he himself is atrue philistine with a narrow, dried-up soul and with sober andscholarly requirements : and yet no one would be angrier at beingcalled a philistine than David Strauss the writer. Hewould approve ifone called him headstrong, rash, malicious, foolhardy; but he wouldbe most pleased of all to be compared with Lessing or Voltaire, since45

Untimely Meditationsthey were certainly not philistines. In his search to procure thispleasure he is often undecided whether he ought to imitate the bolddialectical impetuosity of Lessing or whether it might not be betterto comport himself as a satyr-like free-spirited elder in the manner ofVoltaire. Whenever he sits down to write he always composes his featuresas though he were about to have his portrait painted: sometimeshe makes his face resemble Lessing's, sometimes Voltaire's.When we read his praise of the Voltairean style (p. 217), he seems tobe expressly admonishing the present for not having long sincerecognized what it possesses in the modern Voltaire: 'the merits ofhis style', Strauss says, 'are everywhere the same: simple naturalness,transparent clarity, lively flexibility, pleasing charm. Warmth andemphasis are not wanting where they are needed; hatred of pomposityand affectation came from Voltaire's innermost nature; just aswhen, on the other hand, passion and impetuosity lowered the toneof his discourse, the fault lay not with the stylist but with the humanbeing in him.' To judge from this, Strauss is well aware of thesignificance of simplicity of style: it has always been the mark of genius,which also possesses the privilege of expressing itself simply,naturally and with naivety. It therefore betrays no common ambitionwhen an author chooses a simple style: for, although manywill see what such an author would like to be taken for, there arenonetheless many who are so obliging as to take him for it. But if anauthor possesses genius he betrays it in more than siplicity andprecision of expression: his abundant power plays with his materialeven when it is difficult and dangerous. Stiff and timid steps will getno one along unfamiliar paths littered with a thousand abysses: thegenius, however, runs nimbly along such paths with daring orelegant strides and disdains cautiously to measure his steps.That the problems Strauss passes in review are serious and dreadfulones, and have been treated as such by the wise of every age, isknown to Strauss himself, and yet he calls his book lightly clad. Of allthe dread and gloomy seriousness of reflection into which one isplunged perforce when faced with the questions of the value of existenceand the duties of man there is not the slightest suspicion as ourgifted Master goes fluttering past us, 'lightly clad and intentionallyso' more lightly clad, indeed, than is his Rousseau, who, heinforms us, denuded his lower half and draped his upper, whileGoethe, he says, draped his lower half and denuded his upper.Wholly naive geniuses, it seems, do not drape themselves at all, soperhaps the expression 'lightly clad' is only a euphemism for naked.46

<strong>Untimely</strong> <strong>Meditations</strong><strong>the</strong>y were certa<strong>in</strong>ly not philist<strong>in</strong>es. In his search to procure thispleasure he is <strong>of</strong>ten undecided whe<strong>the</strong>r he ought to imitate <strong>the</strong> bolddialectical impetuosity <strong>of</strong> Less<strong>in</strong>g or whe<strong>the</strong>r it might not be betterto comport himself as a satyr-like free-spirited elder <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> manner <strong>of</strong>Voltaire. Whenever he sits down to write he always composes his featuresas though he were about to have his portrait pa<strong>in</strong>ted: sometimeshe makes his face resemble Less<strong>in</strong>g's, sometimes Voltaire's.When we read his praise <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Voltairean style (p. 217), he seems tobe expressly admonish<strong>in</strong>g <strong>the</strong> present for not hav<strong>in</strong>g long s<strong>in</strong>cerecognized what it possesses <strong>in</strong> <strong>the</strong> modern Voltaire: '<strong>the</strong> merits <strong>of</strong>his style', Strauss says, 'are everywhere <strong>the</strong> same: simple naturalness,transparent clarity, lively flexibility, pleas<strong>in</strong>g charm. Warmth andemphasis are not want<strong>in</strong>g where <strong>the</strong>y are needed; hatred <strong>of</strong> pomposityand affectation came from Voltaire's <strong>in</strong>nermost nature; just aswhen, on <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r hand, passion and impetuosity lowered <strong>the</strong> tone<strong>of</strong> his discourse, <strong>the</strong> fault lay not with <strong>the</strong> stylist but with <strong>the</strong> humanbe<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> him.' To judge from this, Strauss is well aware <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>significance <strong>of</strong> simplicity <strong>of</strong> style: it has always been <strong>the</strong> mark <strong>of</strong> genius,which also possesses <strong>the</strong> privilege <strong>of</strong> express<strong>in</strong>g itself simply,naturally and with naivety. It <strong>the</strong>refore betrays no common ambitionwhen an author chooses a simple style: for, although manywill see what such an author would like to be taken for, <strong>the</strong>re arenone<strong>the</strong>less many who are so oblig<strong>in</strong>g as to take him for it. But if anauthor possesses genius he betrays it <strong>in</strong> more than siplicity andprecision <strong>of</strong> expression: his abundant power plays with his materialeven when it is difficult and dangerous. Stiff and timid steps will getno one along unfamiliar paths littered with a thousand abysses: <strong>the</strong>genius, however, runs nimbly along such paths with dar<strong>in</strong>g orelegant strides and disda<strong>in</strong>s cautiously to measure his steps.That <strong>the</strong> problems Strauss passes <strong>in</strong> review are serious and dreadfulones, and have been treated as such by <strong>the</strong> wise <strong>of</strong> every age, isknown to Strauss himself, and yet he calls his book lightly clad. Of all<strong>the</strong> dread and gloomy seriousness <strong>of</strong> reflection <strong>in</strong>to which one isplunged perforce when faced with <strong>the</strong> questions <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> value <strong>of</strong> existenceand <strong>the</strong> duties <strong>of</strong> man <strong>the</strong>re is not <strong>the</strong> slightest suspicion as ourgifted Master goes flutter<strong>in</strong>g past us, 'lightly clad and <strong>in</strong>tentionallyso' more lightly clad, <strong>in</strong>deed, than is his Rousseau, who, he<strong>in</strong>forms us, denuded his lower half and draped his upper, whileGoe<strong>the</strong>, he says, draped his lower half and denuded his upper.Wholly naive geniuses, it seems, do not drape <strong>the</strong>mselves at all, soperhaps <strong>the</strong> expression 'lightly clad' is only a euphemism for naked.46

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