He was a crackpot and an absurd drama-queen, a critic of the racism and
nationalism of his time who nevertheless inspired unknown numbers to dream that he and
they were supermen, born to rule the vast majority of humans who were themselves
born for slavery.
So much that he wrote deserved to be and has been regretted.
So much is just vacuous bombast.
So much is just vacuous bombast.
But all the same he is must reading for anyone who would understand morality and especially for anyone who wants to, or thinks he has,
seen through morality.
See for example, his preface to The
Dawn.
It is no surprise, perhaps, that Mencken adored him.
But Red Emma?
It is no surprise, perhaps, that Mencken adored him.
But Red Emma?
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