In a fuzzy dream
And I wanted to be
Like all the pretty people" -- Madonna
cf.
The happiness of my existence,
its unique character perhaps,
lies in its fatefulness:
expressing it in the form of a riddle,
as my own father I am already dead,
as my own mother I still live and, grow old.
[...]
I am gifted with an utterly uncanny instinct of cleanliness;
so that I can ascertain physiologically
that is to say, smell
the proximity, I may say, the inmost core,
the "entrails" of every human soul.
-- http://users.compaqnet.be/cn127103/Nietzsche_ecce_homo/eh1.html
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