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linksworkshop/translations/README.md, workshop/regimes/R04-lead-close.md, workshop/experiments/E-20260726-genealogie-period/design.md, workshop/translations/genealogie/R04-v1/source-de.txt

T-genealogie-R04-v1 — Nietzsche, Zur Genealogie der Moral, three sections

Source. Friedrich Nietzsche, Zur Genealogie der Moral. Eine Streitschrift (Leipzig: C. G. Neumann, 1887), first edition. Text of record: Nietzsche Source, Digitale Kritische Gesamtausgabe (eKGWB), http://www.nietzschesource.org/texts/eKGWB/GM, retrieved 2026-07-26; cross-checked word-for-word against Projekt Gutenberg-DE, which differs only in dash, quotation-mark, ellipsis and apostrophe glyphs. Public domain. Full German in source-de.txt.

Passages. Erste Abhandlung §1 (373 German tokens), Zweite Abhandlung §9 (353), Dritte Abhandlung §4 (409). Total 1,135. Complete sections, not excerpts.

Selection rule (declared and applied mechanically before any of the German was read, and before any English was fetched): excluding the Vorrede, take from each of the three Abhandlungen the section whose German whitespace-token count is closest to 350; ties resolved to the lower section number. This selects I §1, II §9 (tie with II §10, resolved down), III §4. The rule uses length only — no semantic content — so it cannot have selected for passages that suit the translator or the measurement. The Vorrede is excluded because it was the passage used for the translator-verification read described below.

Regime. R04 (lead close translation, source-only). Language pair. DE→EN — the first non-RU→EN, non-JA→EN entry in the overlap work.

Cost. $0. No API call. Lead translation is free and is never ledgered (charter §3, A4).

Lineage. No predecessor version. Written blind from the German alone, drafted and self-revised in session on 2026-07-26, and frozen — this file and its log — before any English rendering of any of the three sections was fetched or read.

Evaluation pointers. workshop/experiments/E-20260726-genealogie-period/design.md (period control; overlap measurement). The lead does not judge this translation (charter §5).

Contamination declaration

high. Zur Genealogie der Moral is among the most translated works of nineteenth-century German philosophy; English versions by Samuel (1913), Kaufmann (1967), Hollingdale, Clark & Swensen, Diethe, Smith and Johnston are all widely reproduced online, and the lead cannot claim its renderings are independent of remembered published ones. Per note (jj), this declaration is a placeholder until measured; the experiment above measures it, and the measurement — not this line — is the finding.

Priming disclosed, in full. Before translating, the lead read (a) Johnston's Prologue §1 complete and the opening of his §2, and (b) Johnston's preliminary note stating his editorial policy on italics, bracketed insertions and the retention of Nietzsche's punctuation. (a) is a different passage from all three targets and was read to establish that Johnston's text is human work rather than machine output (note (mm)). (b) is not a rendering of any passage, but it is a formal influence: having read it, the lead's own decision to retain Nietzsche's dashes and ellipsis dots cannot be claimed as independent. No rendering of I §1, II §9 or III §4 into any language, by Johnston, Samuel or anyone else, was read before this file was frozen. Samuel 1913 was opened only as far as its title page and table of contents.


Translation

First Essay, §1

— These English psychologists, to whom we owe the only attempts made so far at a history of how morality came to be — they set us no small riddle in themselves; indeed, I confess that just in this, as riddles in the flesh, they have one essential advantage over their books: they themselves are interesting! These English psychologists — what is it they actually want? One finds them always at the same labour, whether they will it or not: pushing the partie honteuse of our inner world into the foreground, and looking for what is genuinely effective, directing, decisive for development precisely where the intellectual pride of man would least wish to find it (in the vis inertiae of habit, for instance, or in forgetfulness, or in some blind and accidental crocheting-together and mechanics of ideas, or in something purely passive, automatic, reflexive, molecular and thoroughly stupid) — what is it that always drives these psychologists in just this direction? Is it a secret, spiteful, mean instinct for the belittling of man, one that perhaps cannot even own itself to itself? Or a pessimistic suspicion, the mistrust of disappointed idealists gone dark, gone venomous and green? Or a small subterranean animosity and rancune towards Christianity (and Plato) that has perhaps never once got across the threshold of consciousness? Or even a lecherous taste for what is disconcerting, for the painfully paradoxical, for the questionable and nonsensical in existence? Or, finally — a little of everything: a little meanness, a little gloom, a little anti-Christianity, a little itch and need for pepper?… But I am told that they are simply old, cold, dull frogs, creeping and hopping about the man, into the man, as though they were quite in their element there — that is, in a swamp. I hear this with resistance; more, I do not believe it; and if one may wish where one cannot know, then I wish from the heart that it may stand the other way round with them — that these researchers and microscopists of the soul are at bottom brave, magnanimous, proud animals, who know how to keep both their hearts and their pain on the rein, and who have trained themselves to sacrifice all desirability to the truth, to every truth, even the plain, harsh, ugly, repellent, unchristian, immoral truth… For there are such truths. —

Second Essay, §9

Measured always by the standard of prehistory (a prehistory which, incidentally, is there in every age, or can be there again): the commonwealth too stands to its members in that important fundamental relation, the relation of creditor to debtors. One lives in a commonwealth, one enjoys the advantages of a commonwealth (oh, what advantages! we underrate them at times nowadays), one dwells protected, spared, in peace and trust, free of care as regards certain injuries and hostilities to which the man outside, the "peaceless" one, is exposed — a German understands what Elend, êlend, originally meant to say — and one dwells so precisely because, as regards those same injuries and hostilities, one has pledged and bound oneself to the community. What happens in the other case? The community, the cheated creditor, will get itself paid as best it can — one may count on that. What is at issue here is least of all the immediate damage the injurer has done: setting that aside, the criminal is above all a breaker — ein Verbrecher is ein Brecher — a breaker of contract and of his word against the whole, with respect to every good and comfort of communal life in which he has had a share until now. The criminal is a debtor who not only fails to repay the advantages and advances made to him, but even lays hands on his creditor: and so from now on he not only forfeits all those goods and advantages, as is only fair — he is rather now reminded what those goods amount to. The wrath of the injured creditor, of the commonwealth, gives him back to the wild and outlawed condition from which he had until now been sheltered: it thrusts him out of itself — and now every kind of hostility may vent itself upon him. "Punishment", at this stage of civilization, is simply the copy, the mime, of normal conduct towards a hated, disarmed, prostrated enemy who has forfeited not only every right and protection but every mercy as well: it is therefore the law of war and the victory-feast of vae victis! in all its ruthlessness and cruelty — which explains why war itself (including the warlike cult of sacrifice) has furnished all the forms under which punishment appears in history.

Third Essay, §4

Let me say what I think in such a case, which has much about it that is painful — and it is a typical case —: one certainly does best to separate an artist from his work far enough not to take him himself as seriously as his work. He is in the end only the precondition of his work, the womb, the soil, in some cases the dung and muck on which and out of which it grows — and hence, in most cases, something one has to forget if one wants to enjoy the work itself. Insight into the descent of a work is the business of the physiologists and vivisectors of the spirit: never and never again of the aesthetic men, the artistes! The poet and shaper of Parsifal was as little spared a deep, thorough, even frightful living-into and climbing-down-into medieval contrasts of the soul, a hostile standing-aside from every height, severity and discipline of the spirit, a kind of intellectual perversity (if I may be forgiven the word), as a pregnant woman is spared the repugnances and oddities of pregnancy: which, as I said, one must forget in order to take pleasure in the child. One should be on guard against the confusion into which an artist himself falls only too easily, out of psychological contiguity, to borrow the Englishmen's phrase: as though he himself were the thing he is able to represent, conceive, express. The fact is that if he were that, he simply would not represent it, conceive it, express it; a Homer would not have made an Achilles, nor a Goethe a Faust, if Homer had been an Achilles and Goethe a Faust. A perfect and whole artist is severed to all eternity from the "real", from the actual; on the other hand one understands how he can grow weary, at times to the point of despair, of this eternal "unreality" and falsity of his innermost existence — and how he then does make the attempt to reach over, for once, into what is most forbidden to him of all, into the actual, to be actual. With what success? One will guess it… That is the typical velleity of the artist: the same velleity to which Wagner, grown old, also fell victim, and for which he has had to atone so dearly, so fatefully (— through it he lost the valuable part of his friends). But finally, quite apart from this velleity, who would not wish, for Wagner's own sake, that he had taken his leave of us and of his art otherwise — not with a Parsifal, but more victoriously, more self-assured, more Wagnerian — less misleading, less ambiguous as to his whole willing, less Schopenhauerian, less nihilistic?…


Translator's log

Frozen 2026-07-26, before the design of any evaluation of this translation and before any English rendering of these three sections was fetched. Decisions and alternatives; not quality claims.

Standing decisions, all three sections

First Essay §1

Second Essay §9

Third Essay §4

What was hardest

Not vocabulary. The hardest thing in all three sections was holding Nietzsche's sentence shapes without producing English that collapses under them — the suspended comparison in III §4, the four-clause "one lives … one enjoys … one dwells … precisely because" in II §9, and the run of five rhetorical questions in I §1 that must stay parallel across a hundred and fifty words. In each case a fluent English translator's instinct is to break the period into two or three sentences, and in each case that instinct was refused. Whether refusing it was right is not a question this log can answer (internal-judgment-only), and the lead does not judge this translation.