Draft translation. “Nietzsche sur le montagne,” Promenades philosophiques, tenth ed. (Paris: Mercure de France, 1913), pp. 176–7, dated 1902. Gourmont was far- and deep-sighted to have seen, already in 1902, the extent to which Nietzsche would determine the twentieth century.
The last century, if one
admit this slice of time, began with the literary Catholicism of Chateaubriand;
it ends with the mystic Protestantism of Tolstoy. This was a placidly religious
century; wise like a wise child, it never slipped its hand from the hand of its
grandmother, Religion. This dame, truth be told, old, tired, but always the coquette,
very often changed her costume and jewellery. She was Romantic, philosophical,
humanitarian, socialist, nationalist, bellicose or pacific, ironical or
lachrymose, moralistic, mystic or sensual, and even literary, and even
scientific—and even arty: under all her hats and all her wigs, her eyeshadow
and her blusher, she remained the same; and her grip did not ease for a second
from the bruised wrist of the little child, even grown into a sad old man.