“The Antichrist”
1918, BY ALFRED A. KNOPF, INC.
—Let us look each other in the face. We are Hyperboreans—we know well enough how remote our place is. “Neither by land nor by water will you find the road to the Hyperboreans”: even Pindar,[1] in his day, knew that much about us. Beyond the North, beyond the ice, beyond death—our life, our happiness…. We have discovered that happiness; we know the way; we got our knowledge of it from thousands of years in the labyrinth.
Who else has found it? —The man of today? —“I don’t know either the way out or the way in; I am whatever doesn’t know either the way out or the way in”—so sighs the man of today….
