“Be like them! Become mediocre!”—is henceforth the only morality that has any meaning left, that still finds ears to hear it. But it is difficult to preach, this morality of mediocrity!” Difficult to preach, yes, but also difficult to swallow. And he who tastes this bitter pill can’t but cough, and, after having cleared his throat, ask with shallow breath the following: Is there no stronger morality by which one’s enfeebled self might be affirmed? Is there no higher standard to which one’s sinking spirit might aspire? Perhaps there is. Perhaps these are the musings of a “master”, of a nobleman whose morality is ultimately his own.