"The Emperor-- this World-Soul-- I saw riding through the city to review his troops. It is indeed a wonderful feeling to see such an individual who, here concentrated into a single-point, reaches out over the world and domonates it ".[Hegel, writing of Napoleon's victory in Jena, 1806]

Further to Nietzsche identifying himself as a 'Hyperborean', let us look at the primordial Hyperborean spiritual centre, Ultima Thule."Ultima Thule is the furthest North of the known world. It is also, figuratively, anything which is almost beyond the bounds of human reason and imagination". [B.King,'Ultima Thule' ]

The phrase is found in Virgil's The Georgics I, 30: 'Tibi serviat Ultima Thule'.

"The first recorded sighting of Thule was by a merchant named Pytheas, sailing out of a Greek colony in Marseilles. Pytheas' voyage is variously dated around 330-300 b.c.". [ib.]

The account of this voyage is given in Polybius, c. 150 B.C.Godfrey Higgins, in 'The Celtic Druids' 1829, " suggested that Pytheas actually reached Thule and sailed beyond it. The 'sluggish sea', as Pytheas called it, becomes for Higgins a sea of ice which barred the progress of the intrepid mariner.Higgins also hinted that Thulean doctrines were amongst the corpus of knowledge in the possession of the Pythagoreans". [ib.]

This gives another more particular reason why Nietzsche would identify himself as a Hyperborean. In his early 'Unfashionable Observation' on history, he acknowledged the Pythagorean nature of the doctrine of the 'Eternal recurrence of the Same'. Zarathustra became the teacher of that Thulean doctrine.


The following is from Horace [Odes Bk IV; 4:29-32]'When sires are good and brave, the childIs brave: in cattle and in steedsBlood proves itself: the eagle wildThe timorous ring-dove never breeds'.

'Ossian' was the favourite book of Napoleon.

"I speak here as the Artist, and though all artists labour and most are poor, all are loyal, all are the worshippers of Royalty. If there is a thing in the world that I love, it is a symbol. We artists see Royalty as more splendid and Noble than any others can ever see it. And if my King wanted to chop off my head, I think I would submit cheerfully and dance to the block for the sake of preserving my ideal of kingship. But now our ears seem to be deaf; we begin not to hear the song of Paradise, we fail to pick up the chorus which follows in the wake of Royalty. Our touch too, is growing coarse; Now we have become mob--afraid any longer to serve like Noblemen, we must Slave like thieves, having robbed ourselves of our greatest possession, our five senses. We are becoming veritable slaves chained together by cirstances, refusing to be released by our imagination, that only power which achieves true freedom. But for me, I am a free man, by the grace of Royalty. Long Live the King! ". [Craig, 'On the Art of the Theatre' ]