Thus Spoke Zarathustra - On Little Women, Old and Young

"Why do you creep about so timidly in the twilight, Zarathustra? And what do you conceal so cautiously beneath your coat?

Is it a treasure that was given to you? Or a child that was born to you? Or do you yourself now walk the path of thieves, you friend of the evil?"

"Indeed, my brother" spoke Zarathustra. "It is a treasure that was given to me: it is a little truth, which I carry.

But it is unruly like a young child, and if I do not hold its mouth shut, then it cries out too loudly.

As I went my way alone today, at the hour when the sun sets, I met a little old woman and she spoke thus to my soul:
'Much has Zarathustra spoken also to us women, and yet he has never spoken to us about woman.'

And I replied to her: 'About woman one should speak only to men.'
'Speak to me too about woman,' she said. 'I am old enough to forget it right away.'

And I humored the little old woman and spoke thus to her:
Everything about woman is a riddle, and everything about woman has one solution: it is called pregnancy.

A man is for woman a means: the end is always the child. but what is woman for a man?
Two things the real man wants: danger and play. That is why he wants woman as the most dangerous plaything.

A man should be raised for war and woman for the recreation of the warrior: everything else is folly.

Fruits that are all too sweet-these the warrior does not like. Therefore he likes woman; even the sweetest woman is still bitter.

Better than a man, woman understands children, but a man is more childish than a woman.

In the real man a child is concealed: it wants to play. Up now, you women, go discover the child in the man!

Let woman be a plaything, pure and fine, like a gemstone radiated by the virtues of a world that does not yet exist.

Let the ray of star shine in your love! Let your hope be called: "May I give birth to the overman!"

Let courage be in your love! With your love you should throw yourself at him who makes you afraid!

Let your honor be in your love! Otherwise woman understands little about honor. But let this be your honor: always to love more than you are loved, and never to be second.

Let a man be afraid of a woman whe she loves; then she makes any sacrifice, and every other thing is without value to her.

Let a man be afraid of a woman when she hates; for at the bottom of his soul a man is merely evil, but woman is bad there.

Whom does a woman hate the most?- Thus spoke the iron to the magnet:'I hate you the most because you attract, but are not strong enough to attract me to you.'

The happiness of a man says: I will. The happiness of woman says: He will.

'Behold, just now the world became perfect!'-Thus thinks every woman when she obeys out of total love.

And a woman must obey and find a depth for her surface. Surface is a woman's disposition, a flexible, stormy skin over shallow water. But a man's dispotition is deep, his stream roars in underground caves; woman intuits his strenght but does not comprehend it."-

Then the little old woman replied to me:"Much that is sweet Zarathustra has said, and especially for those who are young enought for it.

Peculiar, though, that Zarathustra knows women only little, and yet he is right about them! Does this happen because with women nothing is impossible?

And now by way of thanks, accept a little truth! Surely I am old enough for it!

Bundle it up and hold its mouth shut, or else it will cry out too loudly, this little truth."

"Give me your little truth, woman!" I said. And thus spoke the little old woman: "You go to women? Do not forget the whip!"-

Thus spoke Zarathustra


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