When I Was A Little Boy I

Dostoevsky Preaches The Morality Of The Pariah, The Morality Of The Slave.

When I Was A Little Boy I Did Not, Of Course, Trouble Much About My Appearance.

What [nietzsche] Calls Slave Morality Is To Him Purely Spite-morality; And This Spite-morality Gave New Names To All Ideals. Thus Impotence, Which Offers No Reprisal, Became Goodness; Craven Baseness Became Humility; Submission To Him Who Was Feared Became Obedience; Inability To Assert One's Self Became Reluctance To Assert One's Self, Became Forgiveness, Love Of One's Enemies. Misery Became A Distinction

But I Did Not Find Any Positive Inspiration In My Studies Until I Approached My Nineteenth Year.

Poor Is The Power Of The Lead That Becomes Bullets Compared To The Power Of The Hot Metal That Becomes Types.