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Friedrich Nietzsche was a pale, crabby hermit who sat in a cheap Swiss boarding house peering beyond good and evil and demanding, at the top of his apocalyptic voice, the rearing of a daemonically driven breed of superman. Just when the world began to get wind of his prophetic fulminations, he went mad. For the last tragic eleven years of his life, he was a myth-and so he has remained. Out of that myth Hitler's propaganda made him the philosopher of Naziism in World...
...Here comes Superman! ... He hears the whistle . . . Listen to that snoring . . . There's the kazoo . . . Bop! ... He grabs his friend . . . and they...
...climactic moment during Richard Strauss's Don Quixote. Bernstein bawled this analysis from the podium at one of his current New York Philharmonic Young People's Concerts. His point: music does not need verbal meanings assigned to it, and Don Quixote could as well be about Superman as about the "silly old man" on a "skinny, bony old horse...
...Even Murder." Nathan Leopold, brilliant son of a millionaire Chicago businessman, youngest (18) graduate of the University of Chicago, lived in a strange, dark world of Nietzsche's superman-and of Richard Loeb, 18, son of another rich Chicagoan. "Their coming together," said Clarence Darrow, "was the means of their undoing. They had a weird, almost impossible relationship. Leopold, with his obsession of the superman, had repeatedly said that Loeb was his idea of the superman. He had the attitude toward him one had to his most devoted friend, or that a man has to a lover." Says Leopold...
...week, when the Illinois parole board on a split vote approved his fourth application. He promised to devote his life to good works, plans to take a $10-a-month hospital job in Puerto Rico. Yet Leopold is still not convinced that his mind is not that of a superman. In his book, Life Plus 99 Years (Doubleday; $5.50), published this week, he refuses to recognize that he was caught up by stupidity, attributes his downfall to freaks of fate. Writes Nathan Leopold: "What a rotten writer of detective stories life...