form or other of superiority, his instinct for crooked paths, which lead to a tyranny over the healthy⁠—where can it not be found, this will to power of the very weakest? The sick woman especially: no one surpasses her in refinements for ruling, oppressing, tyrannising. The sick woman, moreover, spares nothing living, nothing dead; she grubs up again the most buried things (the Bogos say, “Woman is a hyena”). Look into the background of every family, of everybody, of every community: everywhere the fight of the sick against the healthy⁠—a silent fight for the most part with minute poisoned powders, with pinpricks, with spiteful grimaces of patience, but also at times with that diseased pharisaism of pure