Dig if you will the picture: I’m sitting outside Main getting my Genealogy of Morals on, when someone I know spots me and comes over to say hi. After the usual Heys and Sups, he notices the book:
“Whoa, Nietzsche, huh? Is that for a class or for fun?”
“Well, I-”
“Hah nevermind, listen to me. What kind of person reads Nietzsche for fun?”
I’m about to explain that it’s not for fun, exactly, so much as for a voluntary philosophy reading group in which we argue various texts in ethical theory when I realize that pretty much qualifies me as exactly the sort of person who reads Nietzsche for fun.