

An insight has come to me: let Zarathustra speak not to the people but to companions. Zarathustra shall not become the shepherd and dog of a herd. To lure many away from the herd, for that I have come.
[N]o witness for the truth dare become engaged with the crowd. The witness for the truth who naturally has nothing to do with politics and must above everything else be most vigilantly on the watch not to be confounded with the politician the God-fearing work of the witness to the truth is to engage himself if possible with all, but always individually, talking to everyone severally on the streets and lanes, in order to disintegrate the crowd or to talk even to the crowd, though not with the intent of educating the crowd as such, but rather with the hope that one or another individual might return from this assemblage and become a single individual.
At a mass meeting, thought is eliminated. And because this is the state of mind I require, because it secures to me the best sounding-board for my speeches, I order everyone to attend the meetings, where they become part of the mass whether they like it or not, intellectuals and bourgeois as well as workers. I mingle the people. I speak to them only as the mass.











| Gide (The Immoralist, III.1) | Lawrence (Women in Love, ch. 30) |
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| The journey down into Italy was as dizzying as a fall. The weather was fine. As we came down into the warmer, denser air, the rigid regularity of the larches and pines of the mountains gave way to a richer, softer, more naturally graceful vegetation. It was like exchanging abstraction for life, and even though it was still winter, I thought I could smell scents everywhere. | Now suddenly, as by a miracle she remembered that away beyond, below her, lay the dark fruitful earth, that towards the south there were stretches of land dark with orange trees and cypress, grey with olives, that ilex trees lifted wonderful plumy tufts in shadow against a blue sky. Miracle of miracles! this utterly silent, frozen world of the mountain-tops was not universal! ... She wanted to see the dark earth, to smell its earthy fecundity, to see the patient wintry vegetation, to feel the sunshine touch a response in the buds. |