Mehta Von Salas's Hope Is Fucked

In the late 19th century, a hermetic philosopher came down off his mountaintop and published a book. Mehta von Salas woke before dawn to light the fire to boil water for the philosopher's tea. She fetched ice to cool the blankets for his achy joints. Nietzsche was disarmingly brilliant with a mind so sharp he could slice a room open with only a few words. He wrote obsessively of power while being himself and radical responsibility in self-reliance.