As a child I always wanted to have a
tiny submarine of my own that I could
get on and, plunging deep under the sea,
go to distant places far away from the
crowd. A submarine that would hide me
from people and life, that would embrace
and protect me with its armored exterior.
Later I discovered writing, and that a
submarine could be built out of writings.
Nietzsche made himself a submarine out
of madness. When he was forty years old,
he decided to fall in love with a twenty-year-old
girl whose face he had never even seen.
Then he saw that girl. Madness came to
him in the guise of love. Unfortunately
the girl with whom he had chosen to fall
in love was Lou Andreas Salomé,
a femme fatale who circulated among people
in a submarine formed of her own selfishness.
She was very intelligent and very beautiful.
She was getting ready to write her own
books. Nietzsche was a genius, Salomé
was intelligent. Intelligence did not