Thus Spake Zarathustra — Friedrich Nietzsche

Thus Spake Zarathustra

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• "I serve, thou servest, we serve"--so prayeth all appointable virtue to the prince: that the merited star may at last stick on the slender breast! ¶2221
• But the moon still revolveth around all that is earthly: so revolveth also the prince around what is earthliest of all--that, however, is the gold of the shopman. ¶2222
• The God of the Hosts of war is not the God of the golden bar; the prince proposeth, but the shopman--disposeth! ¶2223
• By all that is luminous and strong and good in thee, O Zarathustra! Spit on this city of shopmen and return back! ¶2224
• Here floweth all blood putridly and tepidly and frothily through all veins: spit on the great city, which is the great slum where all the scum frotheth together! ¶2225
• Spit on the city of compressed souls and slender breasts, of pointed eyes and sticky fingers-- ¶2226
• --On the city of the obtrusive, the brazen-faced, the pen-demagogues and tongue-demagogues, the overheated ambitious:-- ¶2227
• Where everything maimed, ill-famed, lustful, untrustful, over-mellow, sickly-yellow and seditious, festereth pernicious:-- ¶2228
• --Spit on the great city and turn back!-- ¶2229
• Here, however, did Zarathustra interrupt the foaming fool, and shut his mouth.-- ¶2230
• Stop this at once! called out Zarathustra, long have thy speech and thy species disgusted me! ¶2231
• Why didst thou live so long by the swamp, that thou thyself hadst to become a frog and a toad? ¶2232
• Floweth there not a tainted, frothy, swamp-blood in thine own veins, when thou hast thus learned to croak and revile? ¶2233
• Why wentest thou not into the forest? Or why didst thou not till the ground? Is the sea not full of green islands? ¶2234
• I despise thy contempt; and when thou warnedst me--why didst thou not warn thyself? ¶2235
• Out of love alone shall my contempt and my warning bird take wing; but not out of the swamp!-- ¶2236
• They call thee mine ape, thou foaming fool: but I call thee my grunting-pig,--by thy grunting, thou spoilest even my praise of folly. ¶2237
• What was it that first made thee grunt? Because no one sufficiently FLATTERED thee:--therefore didst thou seat thyself beside this filth, that thou mightest have cause for much grunting,-- ¶2238
• --That thou mightest have cause for much VENGEANCE! For vengeance, thou vain fool, is all thy foaming; I have divined thee well! ¶2239
• But thy fools'-word injureth ME, even when thou art right! And even if Zarathustra's word WERE a hundred times justified, thou wouldst ever--DO wrong with my word! ¶2240
• Thus spake Zarathustra. Then did he look on the great city and sighed, and was long silent. At last he spake thus: ¶2241
• I loathe also this great city, and not only this fool. Here and there-- there is nothing to better, nothing to worsen. ¶2242
• Woe to this great city!--And I would that I already saw the pillar of fire in which it will be consumed! ¶2243
• For such pillars of fire must precede the great noontide. But this hath its time and its own fate.-- ¶2244
• This precept, however, give I unto thee, in parting, thou fool: Where one can no longer love, there should one--PASS BY!-- ¶2245
• Thus spake Zarathustra, and passed by the fool and the great city. ¶2246
• Ah, lieth everything already withered and grey which but lately stood green and many-hued on this meadow! And how much honey of hope did I carry hence into my beehives! ¶2249
• Those young hearts have already all become old--and not old even! only weary, ordinary, comfortable:--they declare it: "We have again become pious." ¶2250
• Of late did I see them run forth at early morn with valorous steps: but the feet of their knowledge became weary, and now do they malign even their morning valour! ¶2251
• Verily, many of them once lifted their legs like the dancer; to them winked the laughter of my wisdom:--then did they bethink themselves. Just now have I seen them bent down--to creep to the cross. ¶2252
• Around light and liberty did they once flutter like gnats and young poets. A little older, a little colder: and already are they mystifiers, and mumblers and mollycoddles. ¶2253
• Did perhaps their hearts despond, because lonesomeness had swallowed me like a whale? Did their ear perhaps hearken yearningly-long for me IN VAIN, and for my trumpet-notes and herald-calls? ¶2254
• --Ah! Ever are there but few of those whose hearts have persistent courage and exuberance; and in such remaineth also the spirit patient. The rest, however, are COWARDLY. ¶2255
• The rest: these are always the great majority, the common-place, the superfluous, the far-too many--those all are cowardly!-- ¶2256
• Him who is of my type, will also the experiences of my type meet on the way: so that his first companions must be corpses and buffoons. ¶2257
• His second companions, however--they will call themselves his BELIEVERS,--will be a living host, with much love, much folly, much unbearded veneration. ¶2258
• To those believers shall he who is of my type among men not bind his heart; in those spring-times and many-hued meadows shall he not believe, who knoweth the fickly faint-hearted human species! ¶2259
• COULD they do otherwise, then would they also WILL otherwise. The half-and-half spoil every whole. That leaves become withered,--what is there to lament about that! ¶2260
• Let them go and fall away, O Zarathustra, and do not lament! Better even to blow amongst them with rustling winds,-- ¶2261
• --Blow amongst those leaves, O Zarathustra, that everything WITHERED may run away from thee the faster!-- ¶2262

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