Getting To Understand Nietzsche

Sweezus takes Nietzsche to Larry and Ladd in the Regent Arcade.

What'll you have? asks Sweezus.

Whatever you're having, says Nietzsche.

(He is still a bit twitchy).

Sweezus orders two long macchiatos and two Blueberry Pancake macarons.

They sit down.

So, says Sweezus, the women don't like your moustache. That's bizarre.

Maybe it's just me, says Nietzsche, looking gloomy.

The long macchiatos arrive.

You might have preferred an affogato, says Sweezus.

No this is fine, says Nietzsche.

So, you're into transformations, says Sweezus. That's cool.

Nietzsche says nothing.

He wonders if he would have preferred an affogato.

If he knew what one was he would know.

Sweezus is getting worried. This is not going well.

The truth is, says Nietzsche, I was nervous about meeting you.

Me? says Sweezus.

Well, you know, says Nietzsche. I have been highly critical of Christianity.

Yeah? says Sweezus. I don't think much of it either. But shit man, no one cares now.

I think you'll find some people do, says Nietzsche. And it's quite understandable. I claim God is dead.

Better not tell Terence, says Sweezus. He thinks god is his grandpa.

This Terence is the one who transformed the Catcher? says Nietzsche.

The Catcher transformed himself, says Sweezus. Only too well. He exceeded his mandate.

This interests me greatly, says Nietzsche. I believe man as a race is merely a bridge between animals and the superman. This ...errr.. ex-crab, is already half way over the tightrope.

The Blueberry Pancake macarons arrive.

They are bright yellow, with green specks on top.

Tightrope! says Sweezus. Man, yeah, that was heaps funny!

Funny? says Nietzsche, licking the green off his pancake.

What is it?

Yeah, I started reading your story last night, says Sweezus. Zarathustra comes down from the mountain after ten years to give everyone an earful and this dude in the village falls off a tightrope and wrecks his lecture.

You misunderstand, says Nietzsche. That IS the lecture.

Fuck, says Sweezus. I'd better finish it.

That's all right, says Nietzsche. What do you think this green stuff is?