Way back around 1990 or so, a debate on the philosophy of Nietzsche was held on the wall of the second stall in the men’s room, in the Cafe Roma on E Street, in Davis, California. Initially the discussion covered several topics, such as the precise meaning of the eternal return, whether Nietsche was indeed ripping off Stirner, and so on, but the argument quickly came to focus on the more urgent question of just how to spell “Nietszche.”
God is dead – NeitscheNeitschze is dead – God
Some are born posthumously – Nkee-chee
Übermensch! Übermensch!Denkt darüber sein Existenz.Mann ist frei! Gott ist todt!Übermensch lacht, denn er ist froh.Pass auf! Hier kommt der Übermensch!Übermensch! Übermensch!Thinks about his own existence.God is dead! Man is free!Übermensch laughs happily.Look out! Here comes the Übermensch!