He feels the hatred of the generations of the past, W. says. Of our philosophical ancestors who felt that something good might come of their struggles on the slaughter-bench of history. He feels their disappointment, those who expected something better to come.
But it's nothing compared to the hatred of our philosophical descendants!, W. says. They're not yet born, they've yet to appear on their scorched and burning earth, but he can feel their hatred even now.
Some of them, of course, will never be born. Some will be denied even the chance to appear. They hate us even more for that!, W. says. They hate him even more!
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