After some painstaking research, Blinky and I have traveled through through time and space to the exact moment when a young Friedrich Nietzche was on a late Autumn walk through Saxony.  Being such a fan of Wagner myself, I couldn’t bear to let Nietzche grow up and write that diatribe against one of my favorite composers, so I had Blinky eat him.

We’re currently on the lam in Prussia—I’ve hidden Blinky in a barn that I had bought expressly for the purpose, but he’s getting hungry again and I’ve got to get out of here soon. I look forward to the absence of such terrible prose such as Beyond Good and Evil and Thus Spoke Zarathrustra when I return to future times.

The relevant node is added.