--How long and weary it becometh, my strange soul! Hath a seventh-day … — Thus Spake Zarathustra

Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

--How long and weary it becometh, my strange soul! Hath a seventh-day evening come to it precisely at noontide? Hath it already wandered too long, blissfully, among good and ripe things?

Place: ¶3328
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