An Afternoon with Friedrich Nietzsche – Sils-Maria in the Summer of 1888

"You have to go on foot," the innkeeper at the Gasthaus Edelweiß had told me, "otherwise you won't find him." The Professor, he said, loved solitude; he liked to sit by the lake over there—on the stones near Chastè—or walk up the path toward Lej Marsch. I wasn't the first person to go looking for him, he added, but the Professor received no one without prior notice.