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COPYRIGHT NOTICE: The content of this website, including text and images, is the property of The Nietzsche Channel. Reproduction in any form is strictly prohibited. February 12, 1869:
1. On February 10, 1869, Nietzsche was appointed professor of classical philology at the University of Basel.
Naumburg, April 11, 1869: My dear friend, The deadline draws near, the final evening that I will spend at home: early tomorrow morning it's out into the wide wide world, into a new unfamiliar profession, into a heavy and oppressive atmosphere of duty and work.1 Once again I must take my leave: the golden age of free unconstrained activity, of the sovereign present, of enjoyment of art and the world as a casual or at least scarcely involved observer — this time is gone forever: now the strict goddess Daily Duty rules. "Bemooster Bursche zieh' ich aus!" But you must know that poignant student song. Yes! yes! "Muss selber nun Philister sein!" Somewhere this phrase still contains a truth.2 One can't take up a position of authority with impunity — it's a matter of whether the chains are of iron or of thread. And I still have the courage, occasionally, to rip away the fetters once more and to try the precarious life elsewhere and in other ways. I have yet to suffer from the obligatory hunchback of the professor. To become a philistine, an ,3 a man of the herd — Zeus forfend, and all the muses! But I hardly know how I should go about becoming one, since I'm not one. I have, in fact, drawn closer to a kind of philisterium, the "specialist" species; it's only too natural that the daily burden, the hourly concentration of thought upon certain fields of knowledge and problems, would somewhat blunt unfettered receptiveness and nip the philosophic sense at the root. But I fancy that I will be able to meet this danger with more calm and aplomb than most philologists; philosophical seriousness is already too deeply rooted in me, the true and essential problems of life and thought have been too clearly revealed to me by the great mystagogue Schopenhauer, to have ever to fear an ignominious defection from the "Idea."4 To transfuse this new blood into my science, to convey to my listeners that Schopenhauerian seriousness that is stamped on the brow of the sublime man — all this is my desire, my bold hope. I would like to be something more than a disciplinarian of efficient philologists: the present generation of teachers, the care of the regenerating brood, I have all this in mind. If we once more have to struggle on with our lives, let us try to apply this life in such a manner that, when we have been happily released from it, others will bless it as priceless. To you, dear friend, with whom I am in agreement on many fundamental questions of life, I wish the luck that you deserve, and to myself I wish your old loyal friendship. Farewell! Friedrich Nietzsche Dr. Thank you so much for your substantively rich letter. Pardon my πολυπραγμοσύνη5 if I have thanked you so late. I have written a letter of thanks to Wieseke [sic].6 1. Nietzsche was about to begin his appointment as professor of classical philology at Basel University.
Basel, May 22, 1869: Highly esteemed sir, How long have I had the intention to express, for once unreservedly, what degree of gratitude I feel toward you; because in fact the best and loftiest moments of my life are connected with your name and I know of only one other man, your great spiritual brother Arthur Schopenhauer,1 whom I think of with equal reverence, indeed religione quadam.2 I am glad that I am able to confess this to you on a festive day3 and do so not without a feeling of pride. For if it is the lot of genius to be for a while only paucorum hominum,4 then these pauci may surely feel themselves especially fortunate and privileged because it is granted to them to see the light and to warm themselves by it, while the crowd is still standing and freezing in the cold fog. Also the enjoyment of genius does not fall into the lap of these few without any trouble, rather they have to fight boldly against powerful prejudices and their own proclivities; so that if, in the end, they are fortunate in battle, they have a sort of conqueror's right to the genius. Now I have dared to count myself among the number of these pauci, after I realized how incapable almost the entire world with which one associates has shown itself to be, when it is imperative to comprehend your personality as a whole, to feel the consistent, deeply ethical current that passes through your life, writings, and music, in brief, to sense the ambiance of a more serious and soulful worldview such as we poor Germans have lost through all sorts of political calamities, philosophical mischief and obtrusive Jewry. My thanks are due to you and Schopenhauer if I have till now held fast to the Germanic seriousness about life, to a more profound contemplation of this so mysterious and questionable existence.5 How many purely scientific problems have been gradually made clear to me by relating them to your so solitary and remarkably poised personality; I would rather tell this to you one day in person; what I also wish is that I would not have to write everything I have just written. How I would have liked to show up today at your lake and mountain solitude,6 had not the tiresome chain of my profession kept me in my kennel in Basel. Finally I would also like to express my best wishes to Baroness von Bülow7 and be permitted to sign as your most faithful 1. Arthur Schopenhauer (1788-1860): German philosopher. See his entry in Nietzsche's Library.
Basel, mid-June 1869: Dear mother Now let your son, the free Swiss, once again tell you some admittedly pleasant and good news, nothing but "milk and wild honey": a metaphor that brings us quite close to our customary Swiss breakfast. Of course it is quite a different life that I live here; no more of that sovereign disposition, of contempt for the quotidian. Rather, I feel quite clearly how even the most desirable activity, when it is conducted "officially" and "professionally," is a chain on which we sometimes pull impatiently. And then I really envy my friend Rohde, who wanders about the Campagna and Etruria, free as a wild animal.1 Most annoying to me, as you can imagine, are the horrible masses of "esteemed" colleagues who try dutifully to invite me night after night: so that I am already inventive in declining invitations in a very clever way. As for the rest, people are well disposed towards me. And whoever has received my arrival on site with some resentment,2 has now either accepted the inevitable or even on closer acquaintance with me felt the reason for his resentment vanish. Especially important in this respect was my inaugural address that I gave just recently in front of a very full auditorium, namely on "The Personality of Homer." As a result of this inaugural address people here have been convinced of various things, and among them my appointment, as I clearly recognized, was assured. — I would be much more content if I had my friend Rohde here: because it's annoying having to reacquire an intimate friend and counselor, as a requisite of my household. Other than that I probably already mentioned to you my colleague Bur[c]khardt, a brilliant art historian and likewise the political economist Schönberg,3 commonly known as estimable men. Of utmost importance, however, is that I indeed have the most sought-after friend and neighbor in Lucerne, admittedly not close enough but only so far that every day off can be used to get together. It is Richard Wagner, who as a man is absolutely of equal greatness and singularity as an artist. Together with him and the brilliant Frau von Bülow (Liszt's daughter), I now have spent several happy days, e.g. this past Saturday and Sunday.4 Wagner's villa, located on Lake Lucerne at the base of Mount Pilatus in an enchanting lake and mountain solitude, is, as you can imagine, splendidly furnished: we spend time there together with the most stimulating conversation, in the most amiable family circle and quite removed from ordinary social triviality. It is a great discovery for me. That's it for today. I would be very grateful if, through your substantive and affectionate letters, you would keep me well informed about your health and all that concerns me: because I live on an island. My best regards to my dear relatives in whose midst you live, the same to cousin Rudolf.5 I await a note about Lisbeth's birthday wishes.6 F. N. 1. Erwin Rohde spent over a year in central and southern Italy, engaging in philological pursuits. See Otto Crusius, Erwin Rohde. Ein biographischer Versuch. Tübingen; Leipzig: Mohr, 1902:33-37.
Basel, July 4, 1869: Dear Wilhelm, The first sign of life that you receive from me now in Basel is indeed a birthday letter.3 Here one can see what a demoralizing influence such an office4 has: one learns to neglect one's most sacred duties, the duties of friendship. Today, however, when a glance at the calendar makes me realize the injustice I have committed, I feel compelled to ask you for absolution, which of course I would like best to do verbally and personally, bearing in mind that solemn Rütliscene5 on the Naumburg pavement and the mutual promise made there to meet again in Basel as soon as possible for the purpose of a good breakfast and other serious matters. Today during dinner let us make a toast to this refreshing prospect, each with the wine of his homeland.6 I should think that after the storms and excitement of your profession,7 you should often long to take a break in an alpine valley, away from murderers and other rascals. But you must always inform me of such plans first: for I am now the Alpine Guide for all my friends, who will receive them at the Swiss border and who will make it his business to present his new fatherland with its beauties in the way it deserves. I make these recommendations in this new capacity, at the same time with best wishes for your well-being and our friendship, finally with many affectionate greetings to Gustav and your dear relatives I am 1. See GSA 101/376 (unavailable). Carl Ferdinand Henning (1832-?): German portraitist and photographer with a studio at Topfmarkt 14, Naumburg. Henning took 5 photographs of Nietzsche from 1862-1868, and reproduced a photo taken at the 1871 Leipzig Book Fair, depicting Erwin Rohde, Carl von Gersdorff, and Nietzsche. In 1862, Henning took three photos of Nietzsche. Nietzsche then ordered 2 sets of the three photos, making six in total. The Nietzsche Channel owns one of the 1862 photos (another copy is at GSA 101/3).
Naumburg, October 7, 1869: Salvation and Blessings Ahead! The heading of the letter shows you what luxuriance I have been afforded, the warmth of home1 and abundance of memories. Outside the window lies the thoughtful autumn in the clear, gently warming sunlight, the Nordic autumn, which I love as much as my very best friends because it is so mature and unconsciously without desire. Fruit falls from the tree without a gust of wind. And so it is with the love of friends: without warning, without buffeting, in silence it falls to the ground and delights. It does not desire anything for itself and it gives everything of itself. Now compare horribly greedy sexual love2 with friendship! I should also think that someone who truly loves the autumn, few friends and solitude can prophesy a great, fruitfully happy autumn of life.
But you know what idleness we mean: we have already lived together as genuine σχολαστικοί4 i.e. idlers. And what prevents us from hoping that the autumn of our lives will bring us together again? Let this be a wish and a hope, expressed on the anniversary of your birth,5 but always and forever carried in our hearts.! From here I am visiting the old memorable sites in Leipzig, and Romundt informs me6 in a friendly way that he has already arrived there so as not to miss me. I wrote to you that he has accepted my invitation to experience the start of the winter semester in Basel, and that we want to settle together the difficult question of his future position there.7 Write me your opinion: as I know him now, after the wonderful development of the last year, I consider him to be entirely worthy of the prospect of a philosophy chair. Mind you, the prospect! He will have to do a lot to systematically master entire philosophical disciplines. And it may take many years to get through. By the way, I therefore wish for our meeting so eagerly because a whole host of aesthetic problems and answers have been brewing within me for the past few years, and the scope of a letter is too narrow for me to be able to explain anything about them to you. I will use the opportunity of public lectures8 to elaborate on small parts of the system, as I did, e.g., in my inaugural lecture.9 Of course, Wagner is beneficial to me in the highest sense, primarily as an exemplar who is incomprehensible from current aesthetics. Above all, it is necessary to go boldly beyond Lessing's Laocoon:10 something one can barely express without inner anxiety and shame. Windisch has now qualified as a professor:11 [the] Brockhauses12 visited me in Basel, and we also spent a day together in Tribschen.13 Ritschl and his wife have an incredible love and esteem for me: which I am divulging to you in order to please you. They are extremely liberal people, with a lot of their own strength: they honor themselves when they accept what is different so freely and happily. And I myself would be very surprised if you did not judge yourself in the same way. Philologists must feel that we are good friends and yet different from everyone else. Isn't that true? Dearest friend? F.N. I am here until October 17th. — The beautiful and useful collation of the certamen15 is a real friendly turn! God, that such excellent friends like you accept manuscript slavery and similar horrors for my sake!! 1. Nietzsche was spending his autumn vacation at home in Naumburg from October 4-18. |
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