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IX. What About the Supermen?
By this point, those who had been following Our story were too scared of becoming one more dupe of Zarathustra's parables to interject anything. But then one man arose from the muddle, and said what was on everyone's mind.
"Those who have Will, yet have no Power, utilizeth not the Will to Power.
"Those who have Power, yet no Will, utilizeth not the Will to Power. For --
"A Dictionary and a Dance, both go into the Fire of Chance
"Hey!" shouted one of the muddle, "Did you all hear that? Zarathustra says that we should throw Dictionaries and Dancers into fire!"
"Jawhol!" bellowed another. "Let us burn books unto Zarathustra!" The muddle broke their hitherto silence and a frenzied, rowdy shouting of perversities attributed "unto Zarathustra!" continued. Zarathustra re-checked the luminaries, and saw that he had been correct all along -- he had come too soon. On the rare occasion that he was listened to, it appeared it had been better when his words had fallen on deaf ears.
As Zarathustra retreated towards his Cave in a somber mood, he could hear the muddle chanting, "Hail der Ubermensch!" and "Deutschland uber Alles!" Soon was Zarathustra being portrayed in Anti-Semitic literature, perverting grossly his own teachings.
Eternally careless of such simian affairs, Dionysus lay in wait to crush the body of the beloved so that the blood therefrom might revive the seeds on Earth of all that the beloved hath sewn. But Dionysus would have to wait.
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