THIRD PART.
51. LI. ON PASSING-BY. (continued)
Why didst thou live so long by the swamp, that thou thyself hadst to become
a frog and a toad?
Floweth there not a tainted, frothy, swamp-blood in thine own veins, when
thou hast thus learned to croak and revile?
Why wentest thou not into the forest? Or why didst thou not till the
ground? Is the sea not full of green islands?
I despise thy contempt; and when thou warnedst me--why didst thou not warn
thyself?
Out of love alone shall my contempt and my warning bird take wing; but not
out of the swamp!--
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.
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,--
--That thou mightest have cause for much VENGEANCE! For vengeance, thou
vain fool, is all thy foaming; I have divined thee well!
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!
Thus spake Zarathustra. Then did he look on the great city and sighed, and
was long silent. At last he spake thus:
I loathe also this great city, and not only this fool. Here and there--
there is nothing to better, nothing to worsen.
Woe to this great city!--And I would that I already saw the pillar of fire
in which it will be consumed!
For such pillars of fire must precede the great noontide. But this hath
its time and its own fate.--
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