This book belongs to the most rare of men. Perhaps not one of them is yet alive. The conditions under which any one understands me, and necessarily understands me—I know them only too well. Even to endure my seriousness, my passion, he must carry intellectual integrity to the verge of hardness. He must be accustomed to living on mountain tops—and to looking upon the wretched gabble of politics and nationalism as beneath him. He must have become indifferent; he must never ask of the truth whether it brings profit to him or a fatality to him....
A enlightening piece by a rare man long gone...
If you have come to this book intentionally, you are most certainly a Nihilist. Nothing matters, nobody exists on purpose, belongs anywhere and we are all going to die. The volume of thought in these 98 pages are most certainly worth roughly four dollars to me. Although I find the concept of worth to be unreliable, it is worth more. I will warn the faint of heart, as well as the boarder line illiterate that this book should be read TO you. You may find the views expressed to be disagreeable, that is acceptable. I may find your views the same way. I digress, this is a thought provoking book that is sure to spark controversy in the philosophy classroom. Enjoy yourself.