I can vividly imagine Nietzsche seated in his room. His fingers are twisting his moustache, and he is furiously scribbling down his ideas. Sweat is pouring off him, and the room reeks of cigarettes. He firmly believes that he is the most intelligent man who has ever walked the earth.
Can you tell that I have a deep-seated dislike for him?
Although there are times when I find myself agreeing with and being intrigued by some of his ideas, the rest of them strike me as completely ridiculous. If one feels the need to call other philosophers dumb in order to prove their point and also reduce women to a mere birth-giving machine that lacks reason, then I have no further interest in what they have to say.
Moreover, this work was deliberately written in such a dense manner that it would be incomprehensible to the majority of readers. As a result, it would make him seem like a mind that "not a lot of simple thinkers would be able to understand." This truly infuriates me.
To simplify the second half of this book, it essentially says, "I am right, and if you disagree with me, you are wrong, dumb, and I pity you. Also, women are inferior and stupid."
Oh, to possess the ego of a white man in the 19th century.