THIRD PART.
55. LV. THE SPIRIT OF GRAVITY. (continued)
So that an elegant shell, with elegant adornment, must plead for them. But
this art also must one learn: to HAVE a shell, and a fine appearance, and
sagacious blindness!
Again, it deceiveth about many things in man, that many a shell is poor and
pitiable, and too much of a shell. Much concealed goodness and power is
never dreamt of; the choicest dainties find no tasters!
Women know that, the choicest of them: a little fatter a little leaner--
oh, how much fate is in so little!
Man is difficult to discover, and unto himself most difficult of all; often
lieth the spirit concerning the soul. So causeth the spirit of gravity.
He, however, hath discovered himself who saith: This is MY good and evil:
therewith hath he silenced the mole and the dwarf, who say: "Good for all,
evil for all."
Verily, neither do I like those who call everything good, and this world
the best of all. Those do I call the all-satisfied.
All-satisfiedness, which knoweth how to taste everything,--that is not the
best taste! I honour the refractory, fastidious tongues and stomachs,
which have learned to say "I" and "Yea" and "Nay."
To chew and digest everything, however--that is the genuine swine-nature!
Ever to say YE-A--that hath only the ass learnt, and those like it!--
Deep yellow and hot red--so wanteth MY taste--it mixeth blood with all
colours. He, however, who whitewasheth his house, betrayeth unto me a
whitewashed soul.
With mummies, some fall in love; others with phantoms: both alike hostile
to all flesh and blood--oh, how repugnant are both to my taste! For I love
blood.
And there will I not reside and abide where every one spitteth and speweth:
that is now MY taste,--rather would I live amongst thieves and perjurers.
Nobody carrieth gold in his mouth.
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