When Nietzsche Wept Page #2

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cancer today.

I never get used

to my patients dying.

Well, get used to it, young Dr. Freud.

The children are eating.

Say hello to them.

Daddy!

My little chickens.

See what I

mean, Siggy?

He hardly

talks to me.

Oh, by the way I've

taken on a new patient.

I haven't met him yet.

Suicidal tendencies.

As always, it starts with a woman.

But Josef, love sickness

is not a medical condition.

The story gets

even better.

Because the woman

feels guilty,

she wants me to sneak in a cure

for his psychological distress.

While at the same time, I

address his physical ailments.

Surely, you're not

going to attempt this.

I have

already agreed.

Why?

I don't even

know myself.

Perhaps I need

a challenge like this.

You cannot say

no to this woman.

She could persuade

a horse to lay eggs.

Our plan is working.

Dr. Oberbach has persuaded

Nietzsche to consult you.

Neither I

nor Nietzsche

shall ever forget

your kindness.

The professor

is here.

Send him in.

Good day,

Herr Professor.

Please. Please,

have a seat.

Tell me about

your illness.

Would it be

more efficient

to review my

previous consultations?

I'm sure they're excellent

physicians, thank you.

But I make

my own diagnosis

before reviewing

those of my colleagues.

J ust as I prefer to see a

play before reading the reviews.

Tell me, professor,

to what extent...

has melancholia accompanied

these migraine attacks?

I have my black periods

but who does not?

Speak not of me

tell me of

my illness.

What it

might be?

A life dominated

by black periods

is a breeding

ground for despair.

Despair?

No.

Perhaps once but not now. No.

I'm just pregnant.

Here.

My headaches are

the labor pains for

my new book.

What book?

Zarathustral

A young prophet,

bursting with wisdom

and courage and truthfulness decides to

enlighten the people.

I teach you

the U bermensch.

Man is something

that must be overcome.

What have you done

to overcome man?

What is the ape to man?

A laughingstock, but I feel no shame.

J ust that, man shall

be to the U bermensch!

People refused to

understand those words.

The prophet, realizing

he has come too soon

returns to

his solitude.

So... like...

Zarathustra,

I come

too soon.

I must ask you

a personal question.

Physical wellbeing

is not separable

from social and

psychological wellbeing.

Is there someone

with whom you have...

You referring

to sex... Doctor?

Well...

I have found that a

flash of bestial pleasure

is followed by hours

of self-loathing, so,

such herd pleasures

are not for me.

But is there a woman in your life?

Every time I have

attempted to build

a footbridge to others,

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