—Oh, then I will feel something, I think!
Another week and more is gone, and I have but a little over four dollars.
January 20th.
I have stopped reading Nietzsche. I could not stand any more of it. It does not satisfy me.
It is not merely that I am so weak now, and that his mocking goads me. I would have been through with him in any case. He is so narrow—so one-sided.
It is reaction from the present, of course, that accounts for it. Too much gazing upon the world, that has led him to believe that love of man necessarily implies compromise.
There are two words that are absent from his writings—they are love and humanity; and so it never satisfies you, you are always discontented, you have always to correct and supply.