Thus Spake Zarathustra - Penn State University

Thus Spake ZarathustraHow could they endure my happiness, if I did not put on mine olive-mount: in the sunny corner of mine olivemountdo I sing, and mock at all pity.—around it accidents, and winter-privations, and bear-skincaps, and enmantling snowflakes!Thus sang Zarathustra.—If I did not myself commiserate their pity, the pityof those enviers and injurers!LI. ON PASSING-BY—If I did not myself sigh before them, and chatterwith cold, and patiently let myself be swathed in their THUS SLOWLY WANDERING through many peoples and diverspity!cities, did Zarathustra return by round-about roads to hisThis is the wise waggish-will and good-will of my soul, mountains and his cave. And behold, thereby came hethat it concealeth not its winters and glacial storms; it unawares also to the gate of the great city. Here, however,a foaming fool, with extended hands, sprang for-concealeth not its chilblains either.To one man, lonesomeness is the flight of the sick one; ward to him and stood in his way. It was the same foolto another, it is the flight from the sick ones.whom the people called “the ape of Zarathustra:” for heLet them hear me chattering and sighing with wintercold,all those poor squinting knaves around me! With modulation of language, and perhaps liked also to borrowhad learned from him something of the expression andsuch sighing and chattering do I flee from their heated from the store of his wisdom. And the fool talked thus torooms.Zarathustra:Let them sympathise with me and sigh with me on O Zarathustra, here is the great city: here hast thouaccount of my chilblains: “At the ice of knowledge will nothing to seek and everything to lose.he yet freeze to death!”—so they mourn.Why wouldst thou wade through this mire? Have pityMeanwhile do I run with warm feet hither and thither upon thy foot! Spit rather on the gate of the city, and—162